Butch Walker – Trash Day

It’s trash day in Beverly Hills

All the sad little mama’s with their happy little pills

They flirt with the lawn boys as they clean out the pools

While the Mexican nannies take the children to school

So much to be and nothing to do

How did it ever end up that way?

Trash day in Nashville, Tennessee

No one can smell this religion but me

I see it in hairstyles of young Christian men

That drink, smoke, and fuck like the world’s gonna end

Someday will come and we’ll all just pretend

That it never really happened that way

Happen that way, happen that way

Happen that way

I can tell a lot by the way that you walk

And I can hear the confessions in the way you talk

And it’s all the little actions that give yourself away

So I still don’t talk, don’t breathe, it’ll all be over soon

Trash day in Atlanta, GA

I can hear the sanitary truck from 2 miles away

I’ve said everything that this town has to say

Won’t you bring me your waste and let me throw them away?

Maybe I was wrong to call your heart a spade

But I wish it didn’t happen that way

Happen that way, happen that way

Oh, happen that way, oh