Big-Jesus-Trash-Can - Birthday party
Big-Jesus soul-mates Trash-Can
fucking rotten business this
both feet in the Bad-Boot
siff in the crypt, babay, like a rock
rock-rock-rock etc.
Big-Jesus soul-mates Trash-Can
pumped me fulla Trash at least it smelt like Trash
wears a suit of Gold (got greasy hair)
but god gave me Sex appeal
chorus-well-well-well-well-rock x4
he drives a Trash-Can x4
he's comin' to my town rock-rock-rock-
r-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-ck !
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 Daddies Meat)
roll under those singing stars of Texas
well-well-well-rock x4
he drives a Trash-Can x4
He's comin to my town x4 etcetera etcetera
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