Lyrics King Of Trash - Gavin Friday

King Of Trash

Hey!
Sugar Sugar, my sweet honey pie
Baby let me tell ya about the teenage lie
Your lips will be kissed, stories will be told
Just remember 'sick sick' all that glitters is gold
He’s calling now, he’s calling…
And the song that he sang, meant everything
«King of Trash»
Me.
I’m not young.
Me, I’m not old
The revolution failed, so I’ve been told take me to the moon
Me, I’d like that.
I’m no prune
He’s calling now, he’s calling…
And the song that he sang, meant everything
«King of Trash»
So pretty children it’s time for bed
Keep-a-dreamin' dreamy dreams
What dies ain’t dead
«The King is dead his coffin a shiny black
Six Angels they hang-out at his back
Two to sing, two to pray, two to carry his soul away…
He’s calling now, he’s calling…
And the song that he sang, meant everything
And the song that you sing, don’t mean anything
And the song, the song that I sing
Means everything
«King of Trash»
«The King of Trash»