| If we can’t join the fools
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| Maybe we’ll beat them
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| If you’re not playin ball
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| Then you can eat them
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| An easy lay, yeah, there’s no such luck
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| With such a little brain, how can i talk so much?
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| She says get it straight, or get it gone
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| You’re not the only one, who can make me cum…
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| Tell your mom, to stop calling me
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| Don’t lift your leg, on my family tree
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| Auf weidersehen (ah, my) mon amie
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| Just tell your mom, to stop callin me TRASH
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| We’re piling up, in the corner
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| Can’t change the mess in me, i tried to warn her
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| But you can’t blame the kids, for what they’re born
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| Into
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| Still it just makes me sick, to take a whiff of you
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| Another stupid game, lets just make up the rules
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| As we go along, makes us so dumb we drool
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| And its a bitter taste, but you’ll get used to it
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| Just try it on for size… that stinky shoe that fits…
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| And tell your mom, to stop calling me
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| And get your axe out of the stump of my family tree
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| If this is real than i don’t think i wanna be
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| Just tell your mom, to stop callin me TRASH…
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| They sure don’t make 'em like they used to:
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| Swimmin in cesspools ready for the bargain bin
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| I may not wanna but i guess i have to chose
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| To stay alive, or jump right in…
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| So i guess i’ll have to jump right innnnn
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| Im gonna jump right innnnn
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| Come on and jump right in
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| And tell your mom, to stop callin me TRASH (4x??)
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| Tell your mom, takes one to know one TRASH
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| Tell your mom, to stop stealin my STASH
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| Tell your mom, to stop sendin me CASH
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| Tell your mom, I’m on the radio TRASH… |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Trash, artist - jimmie's chicken shack. Album song Bring Your Own Stereo, in the genre Иностранный рок