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

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