His undershirt worn forty days
Each night he’s pretty crocked - smacks her in the face
Three in morning: dogs still bark
She’s cadgin’ more smokes
In this here trailer park
On the dole with ready swing
He just got outta pokey this spring
A-snoozin’ late days; house a fright
But surely we can stagger to the bar to fight

We are American trash
We are American trash
We’ll overplay Free Bird
Louder than you ever heard
We are American trash

Four junked Impalas in the back yard
Debating if the neighbor’s a b*tch or a ho
Squealing tires peeling paint - pack ratter delight
Them mowers and edgers are nowhere in sight
There’s dealings, shady, down in Spokane
Baby loudly bleats while Roy’s on the can
Each day’s takeout food and pot homegrown
And if you’ve any to spare I’ll take you down

We are American trash
We are American trash
Our grammar’s run amuck
‘Cus every third word is f*ck
We are American trash

We are American trash
We are American trash
As Maury Povich blares
To see which daddy is theirs
We are American trash

(Insert one hour of Smoke on the Water intro)

We are American trash
We are American trash
Life’s one big disarray
We let our kids, on road, play
We are American trash

We are American trash
We are American trash
You know our son was born
On the pool table in lawn
We are American trash
Kids live with diaper-y rash - ewww
Each night go out and get smashed - brew
We are American trash - true