Birthday Party Big-Jesus-Trash-Can Lyrics

Right

Big Jesus, soul mates, trash can
Well, it's a f*cking 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

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

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