Birthday Party - Big-jesus-trash-can Lyrics
Right!Big-jesus soul-mates trash-can*****ing rotten business thisBoth feet in the bad-bootStiff in the crypt, babay, like a rockRock-rock-rockBig-jesus soul-mates trash-canAnd he pumped me fulla trash at least it smelt like trashAnd hes got greasy hair wears a suit of goldBut God gave me sex appealRight rightWell-well-well-rockWell-well-well-rockWell-well-well-rockWell-well-well-rockHe drives a trash-canHe drives a trash-canHe drives a trash-canHe drives a trash-canHes comin to my townHes comin to my townHes comin to my townHes 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 texasDrives great holy tanks of goldScreams from heavens graveyardAmerican heads will roll in texasRoll llike daddys meatRoll under those singing stars of texasRoll under those glorious singing stars of texasWell-well-well-rockWell-well-well-rockWell-well-well-rockWell-well-well-rockHe drives a trash-canHe drives a trash-canHe drives a trash-canHes comin to my townHe drives a trash-canHes comin to my townHe drives a trash-canHes comin to my townHe drives a trash-canHes comin to my townHe drives a trash-can
