pretty dag gum good! My trailer park?s full of Cadillacs And upper middle class white trash So pop a top, sit back and relax All you upper middle class white trash
the trash out, oh Boy, there's a lot in here (A lot) And every day it grows (Oh) Hey, you disgusting slob You gotta take the trash out (Make ya wanna
Ain't worth a cigarette ash Look out here mamma Look out here You carry me too fast You're just my good for nothin' My sweet hunk o' trash My, my how
Ain't worth a cigarette ash Look out here Mamma Look out here You carry me too fast Watch it, baby You're just my good for nothin' My sweet hunk o' trash
unblock this rifle it'll blow I've seen a ship like you come and go I'm North London trash I'm North London trash, trash Yeah, yeah, yeah, trash Trash, trash, trash
No turnin back, No turnin back My friend you got a glassjaw But I like it I see my head this time And I'm, I'm a fugitive But a less for the long
trash, second generation White trash, second generation White trash, second generation Don your crown and cleanse the nation White trash, second generation White trash
Ah, did you ever go to sleep with Bo Derek And wake up with Bo Diddley? Ah, did you ever go to sleep with Bo Derek And wake up with Bo Diddley? You
Spent fifteen years getting loaded Fifteen years 'till his liver exploded Now what's Bob gonna do Now that he can't drink? The doctor said, "Whatcha
Open yourself, let me inside Open your arms, I have nowhere To go, so let me into you I need to be where nothing can hurt me Open your legs to let me
Through word of mouth Let it be known The man who spends His life on a mission He's legendary Travelling from Coast to coast He's the contemporary Johnny
Liza's had enough of men She said she won't get burned again She said they don't know how to fuck Her last boyfriend's a schmuck Shared with her a nice
We wrote this song, it's not too short, not too long It's got back-up voc's in just the right places It's got a few oohs and ahhs It takes a little pause
A blackened wick is what remains The flame was blown out just recently Although the candle hadn't burned down to the stick It won't be lit again, the
Sometimes I feel my life is going 'round in circles Beneath my eyes are bluish black There's nothing new, no one I wanna talk to Nothing I wanna think
When I look 'round, I only see outta one eye As the smoke surrounds my head, the sauna I hear the voices, but I can't make out their words Saying things
I'm a person just like you But I've got better things to do Than sit around and fuck my head Hang out with the living dead Snort white shit up my nose
Endless evenings of non-exist Are getting shorter, monotonous Like an intruder, I belong outside Although I find myself right back The same place I was
