Rotten, so rotten here So rotten, oh It was like, the last day before trash day My place was gettin' kinda nastay Even though the garbage I knew would
You don't act up too much Ain't got that glamor touch You're trifling lazy Ain't worth a cigarette ash Look out here Mamma Look out here You carry me
I've got a flaming road to karma and a mobile phone Was raised by the radio in a broken home I've got a broken smile an arrogant line I'm really no one
A Christian, an anarchist slash prostitute Figures out the true meaning Of freedom, not freedom like America Freedom like a shopping cart Kick back,
A Christian, an anarchist slash prostitute Figures out the true meaning of freedom Not freedom like America Freedom like a shopping cart Kick back, no
You better Stop! Think about it. Don't Throw It Away! Recycle It! Stop! Think about it. Don't Throw It Away! Recycle It! Apple, aluminium, Glass, plastic
Walking down the main drag one night I met a fine chick that looked just right She stopped in I flashed my roll I told her she could have all of my dough
Went down to Albert's Alley Pick up on me a Collins mix Went to the bar an' ordered me a drink Tried to relax myself Looked around and saw two soul sisters
I got a crib full of corn and a turnin' plow But the ground's too wet for the hopper now I got a cultivator and a double tree And a leather line for the
I've got a Trans-Am in primer paint Nobody taught me, I was born this way No silver spoon to feed a 401k On Bourbon Street the girls all scream They callin
Trash dont throw your love away Oh trash dont take your light away Oh trash dont you take my night away And please dont you ask me if I love you If you
(konishi) Translators: ed valdez, ayumi suzuki, ted mills Mayonaka sugi made yatteru Ookii na honya de Shibaraku hima wo tsubushiteta Hurui tomodachi
Girl you are groove You're like the planets when you move See the winter 'coming In a two finned caddy Gonna walk upon the waters Go ooo yea Girl
Swing, like a chariot At the trumpet call When we're all unsaved, swing Like a wrecking ball Like the heart of god What a mystery Filled with the wedding
Pull back the hammer and throw it at me like I was your best friend For a bulls-eye I'll shut my eyes for you
Toss out the lightbulbs, stomp on the cans Shake out the paperclips and old tin pans Keep out the garbage, boy what a bash! Doin' the trash Chop up the
Oh, I love trash! Anything dirty or dingy or dusty Anything ragged or rotten or rusty Yes, I love trash I have here a sneaker that's tattered and
Oh when it's all over but the shoutin' When God the Father's done his final accounting And I find out that I've made the cut Boys I'm gonna get me a chariot