Trash - jimmie's chicken shack

If we can’t join the fools

Maybe we’ll beat them

If you’re not playin ball

Then you can eat them

An easy lay, yeah, there’s no such luck

With such a little brain, how can i talk so much?

She says get it straight, or get it gone

You’re not the only one, who can make me cum…

Tell your mom, to stop calling me

Don’t lift your leg, on my family tree

Auf weidersehen (ah, my) mon amie

Just tell your mom, to stop callin me TRASH

We’re piling up, in the corner

Can’t change the mess in me, i tried to warn her

But you can’t blame the kids, for what they’re born

Into

Still it just makes me sick, to take a whiff of you

Another stupid game, lets just make up the rules

As we go along, makes us so dumb we drool

And its a bitter taste, but you’ll get used to it

Just try it on for size… that stinky shoe that fits…

And tell your mom, to stop calling me

And get your axe out of the stump of my family tree

If this is real than i don’t think i wanna be

Just tell your mom, to stop callin me TRASH…

They sure don’t make 'em like they used to:

Swimmin in cesspools ready for the bargain bin

I may not wanna but i guess i have to chose

To stay alive, or jump right in…

So i guess i’ll have to jump right innnnn

Im gonna jump right innnnn

Come on and jump right in

And tell your mom, to stop callin me TRASH (4x??)

Tell your mom, takes one to know one TRASH

Tell your mom, to stop stealin my STASH

Tell your mom, to stop sendin me CASH

Tell your mom, I’m on the radio TRASH…