Maybe, maybe it¹s the clothes we wear,

The tasteless bracelets and the dye in our hair,

Maybe it¹s our kookiness,

Or maybe, maybe it¹s our nowhere towns,

Our nothing places and our cellophane sounds,

Maybe it¹s our looseness,

But we¹re trash, you and me,

We¹re the litter on the breeze,

We¹re the lovers on the streets,

Just trash, me and you,

It¹s in everything we do,

It¹s in everything we do...

Maybe, maybe it¹s the things we say,

The words we¹ve heard and the music we play,

Maybe it¹s our cheapness,

Or maybe, maybe it¹s the times we¹ve had,

The lazy days and the crazes and the fads,

Maybe it¹s our sweetness,

But we¹re trash, you and me,

We¹re the litter on the breeze,

We¹re the lovers on the street,

Just trash, me and you,

It¹s in everything we do,

It¹s in everything we do