Little Piece of Trash Songtext
von Ezra Furman

Ah

I′m a little piece of trash
Somebody dropped in the street
I'm a little cigarette
I′m a wrapper that used to hold something sweet

And I'm blowing in the wind
I'm blowing all around
I wanna blow back home
But in my little heart I know I′m only going down

I′m going downtown
Where nobody wants to know your name
Where everybody is trash and the cigarette ash
Blowing from a burned out cigarette flame
And I'll mix it with the yuck and I′ll mingle with the grime
'Cause we flash for a while, will we burn out in time?
That′ll be just fine


Oh
Oh, ah, ah
Ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah

I'm a little piece of trash
And you can kick me around
Well, maybe someone will come
And maybe brush off the scum and put me where I belong
In a barrel of trash painted industrial green

And I don′t really give a fuck
If they put me in a truck and send me off to sea
And I've come down, down
To the bottom of the ocean floor

And I'll blow around down
Where no one′s gonna kick me down no more
And I′ll mix it with the vile and I'll mingle with the slime
′Cause we're whole for a while, will we break apart in time?
And I′ll feel just fine about that now

Oh
Oh, oh, oh
Ah, ah, ah
Oh