I opened up the bottle and I fell out of bed
I couldn´t find the floor until it hit me in the head
I did a little powder off the bathroom sink
It´s been about a month and something´s starting to stink
Me and the band we are starting to fight
Cuz if we got along it just wouldn´t feel right

(Chorus)
We´re the white trash circus...Don´t give a damn
We´ll steal your girl whenever we can
We´re the drunken gods of the living dead
We´re the voice, we´re the voice
We´re the voice in your head
We´re the trash, we´re the trash
We´re the trash in your bed

Been livin´ on the road about a year and a half
If we go another mile we´re gonna kick each other´s ass
Someone´s gonna quit or someone´s gonna die
And we don´t give a shit because we´re busy getting´ high
Another lawsuit and another arrest
Wouldn´t change a thing because we love it to death

(Chorus)

We´re the son´s of the devil, were the blood on the stage
You can love us you can hate us but will never go away...