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Jimmie's Chicken Shack - Trash lyrics
A simple formula, music and love screw yourself, forgetting all of the above If we can't join the fools, maybe we'll beat them, if you're not playin ball, then you can eat them An easy lay, yeah, there's no such luck with such a little brain, how can i talk so much? She says get it straight, or get it gone You're not the only one, who can make me cum.... Tell your mom, to stop calling me Don't lift your leg, on my family tree, auf weidersehen (ah, my) mon amie Just tell your mom, to stop callin me TRASH We're piling up, in the corner, can't change the mess in me, i tried to warn her But you can't blame the kids, for what they're born into, still it just makes me sick, to take a whiff of you. Another stupid game, lets just make up the rules, as we go along, makes us so dumb we drool And its a bitter taste, but you'll get used to it, Just try it on for size...that stinky shoe that fits... And tell your mom, to stop calling me and get your axe out of the stump of my family tree If this is real than i don't think i wanna be, Just tell your mom, to stop callin me TRASH... They sure don't make 'em like they used to: Swimmin in cesspools ready for the bargain bin i may not wanna but i guess i have to chose to stay alive, or jump right in.... so i guess i'll have to jump right innnnn, Im gonna jump right innnnn Come on and jump right in And tell your mom, to stop callin me TRASH (4x??) Tell your mom, takes one to know one TRASH Tell your mom, to stop stealin my STASH Tell your mom, to stop sendin me CASH Tell your mom, I'm on the radio TRASH |
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