Big-Jesus-Trash-Can

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Big Jesus soulmates Trash Can And its a fucking rotten business this Both feet in the bad-boot Stiff in the crypt, babay, like a rock Rock-rock-rock [Verse 2] 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 Well-well-well-rock He drives a trash can He's comin to my town rock rock rock Ro-o-o-o-o-ck! [Verse 3] 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 Roll under those glorious singing stars of Texas Well-well-well-well Well-well-well-well Well-well-well-well Well-well-well-well He drives a trash can He's coming to town He's coming to town He's coming to my town And he drives a trash can He's coming to my town And he drives a trash can He's coming to my town And he drives a trash can He's coming to my town And he drives a trash can He's coming to my town And he drives a trash can