(Composição: Brett Anderson e Richard Oakes) Maybe, maybe it¹s the clothes we wear The tasteless bracelets and the dye in our hair Maybe it's our kookiness Or maybe, maybe it's our nowhere towns Our nothing places and our cellophane sounds Maybe it's our looseness But we're trash, you and me We're the litter on the breeze We're the lovers on the streets Just trash, me and you It's in everything we do It's in everything we do Maybe, maybe it's the things we say The words we've heard and the music we play Maybe it's our cheapness Or maybe, maybe it's the times we've had The lazy days and the crazes and the fads Maybe it's our sweetness But we're trash, you and me We're the litter on the breeze We're the lovers on the street Just trash, me and you It's in everything we do It's in everything we do
