Little Piece Of Trash-Ezra Furman

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 down town Where nobody wants to know your name Where everybody is trash And the cigarette ash Blowing from a burned out cigarette flame I'll mix it with the yuck and I'll mingle with the grime Will we burn out in time That'll be just fine Oh oh oh oh I'm a little piece of trash And you can kick me around Maybe someone'll 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 Will we break apart in time? And I'll feel just fine about that now