You pretend you're high You pretend you're bored You pretend you're anything Just to be adored And what you need Is what you get Don't believe in fear
I was angry when I met you I think I'm angry still We can try to talk it over If you say, you'll help me out Don't worry baby (Don't worry baby) No need
Em, what's goin' on? This is Paul Rosenburg here, faithful attorney o' law Listen, I er, listened to the rough copy of your album And uh, you know I
I'm living without you I know all about you I have run you down into the ground Spread disease about you over town I used to adore you I couldn't control
Walking down the main drag one night I met a fine chick that looked just right She stopped in I flashed my roll I told her she could have all of my dough
Early this morning I saw my baby makin' love to the garbage man Early this morning Saw my baby makin' love to the garbage man The little girl know
I got a crib full of corn and a turnin' plow But the ground's too wet for the hopper now I got a cultivator and a double tree And a leather line for the
Hey, shortie what's goin' on what's up, what's poppin'? Oh, shit what's up killa what's goin' on? Ay, I was, I'm bout to go out of town You goin' with
How did it start? Well I don't know I just feel the craving I see the flesh and it smells fresh And it's just there for the taking These little girls
Cut it away, somebody cut away this desperate heart Cut it away and help me find my way back to the start Yeah, before I knew what I was looking for Yeah
Trash don't throw your love away Oh, trash don't take your light away Oh, trash don't you take my night away And please don't you ask me if I love you
Trash dont throw your love away Oh trash dont take your light away Oh trash dont you take my night away And please dont you ask me if I love you If you
Here it comes again Drivin' me nuts Can't control my feet Or stop shakin' my butt The neighbors are complaining It's getting out of hand Throw that beat
You can't hear your heart You can't see your dreams Feels like your world is falling apart And your soul's torn at the seam's Oh, you know when your
Fresh garbage . . . Fresh garbage . . . Look beneath your lid some morning, See those things you didn't quite consumea?? The world's a can for Your fresh
He can't take the street no more Street too full, full of junk Thinks he'll hide in his room Room too full, full of junk He turns on his TV, TV full,
[Originally by The Kids Of Widney High] Throw away, throw away, throw away the trash come on everybody, throw away the trash throw away, throw away
