Birthday Party The Big-jesus-trash-can Lyrics

Big-jesus-trash-can Lyrics

Right!

 

 Big-jesus soul-mates trash-can

 Fucking rotten business this

 Both feet in the bad-boot

 Stiff in the crypt, babay, like a rock

 Rock-rock-rock

 Big-jesus soul-mates trash-can

 And he pumped me fulla trash at least it smelt like trash

 And he's got greasy hair wears a suit of gold

 But god gave me sex appeal

 Right right

 

 Well-well-well-rock

 Well-well-well-rock

 Well-well-well-rock

 Well-well-well-rock

 He drives a trash-can

 He drives a trash-can

 He drives a trash-can

 He drives a trash-can

 He's comin' to my town

 He's comin' to my town

 He's comin' to my town

 He's comin' to my town rock-rock-rock-

 R-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-ck!

 Right!

 

 

 Big-jesus-oil-king down in texas

 Drives great holy tanks of gold

 Screams from heaven's graveyard

 American heads will roll in texas

 Roll llike daddy's meat

 Roll under those singing stars of texas

 Roll under those glorious singing stars of texas

 

 Well-well-well-rock

 Well-well-well-rock

 Well-well-well-rock

 Well-well-well-rock

 He drives a trash-can

 He drives a trash-can

 He drives a trash-can

 He's comin' to my town

 He drives a trash-can

 He's comin' to my town

 He drives a trash-can

 He's comin' to my town

 He drives a trash-can

 He's comin' to my town

 He drives a trash-can