Big-jesus-trash-can Lyrics - Singles - The Birthday Party

Right 

Big Jesus, soul mates, trash can 

Well, it's a fucking rotten business this 

Both feet in the bad-boot 

Lie stiff in the crypt, baby, like a rock 

In a rock, in a rock, in a rock 

Big Jesus, soul mates, trash can 

And he pumped me fulla trash 

At least it smells like trash 

And he's got greasy hair 

Wears a suit of gold 

But God gave me sex appeal 

Right, right, right, right 

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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 

And 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, rock, 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 

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Roll like 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 

And he's comin' to my town 

He drives a trash-can 

And he's comin' to my town 

He drives a trash-can 

And he's comin' to my town 

He drives a trash-can 

And he's comin' to my town 

And he drives a trash-can 

And he's comin' to my town 

He drives a trash-can