King Of Trash - Gavin Friday

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»