You pretend you're high You pretend you're bored You pretend you're anything Just to be adored And what you need Is what you get Don't believe in fear
I was angry when I met you I think I'm angry still We can try to talk it over If you say, you'll help me out Don't worry baby (Don't worry baby) No need
I left you on the debris At the Sunday morning market You were sorting through the odds and ends You was looking for a bargain I heard your footsteps
I'm living without you I know all about you I have run you down into the ground Spread disease about you over town I used to adore you I couldn't control
How did it start? Well I don't know I just feel the craving I see the flesh and it smells fresh And it's just there for the taking These little girls
Trash don't throw your love away Oh, trash don't take your light away Oh, trash don't you take my night away And please don't you ask me if I love you
Fresh garbage . . . Fresh garbage . . . Look beneath your lid some morning, See those things you didn't quite consumea?? The world's a can for Your fresh
[Originally by The Kids Of Widney High] Throw away, throw away, throw away the trash come on everybody, throw away the trash throw away, throw away
(Kilvington / Greaves) He picks up the pieces Of long gone days Of old fashioned people And old fashioned ways He picks up the pieces Where nothing remains
Feeling nervous, I'm feeling so strange Just a prisoner wanting to escape Let go feel your body, let go of your mind A walk on the wild side calls you
Stay right there, go no further Don't get a doctor, don't get my mother It's too far to walk, gotta decide Turn around, we're takin' a ride So, take
It ain't the way you crawl across the Cathouse floor It ain't the way you curse me when you slam the bedroom door It ain't the way you sweat me for a
Welcome to the party It's only me and you Tell the world to go away, babe And I'll tell you what to do Come over here and kiss me I want to pull your
You come on strong with a great big smile But your teeth are as sharp as a crocodile You promised me the moon and the stars and the sun But you never
Your Mama thinks I'm filthy Alright Your daddy calls me scum Alright Wrap your fingers all around me I'm your g-g-gun Well, I'm dressed in black I'm
we're all in the gutter but I'm looking the rats and when I'm hungry I don't fuck around and I'm not afraid to strew around my scraps here's a rat carcass
Spoken: I'm really proud of you Homie but can the garbage man reall do all those thing syou said? Oh the Garbage man can Marge the Garbage Man can. ::
Mysterious form, soul in the dark Under this heavy sealing concrete waves Followed by servants, funeral cortege This pale ghost is gathering his strength