floor It got caught in the kitchen door Pink guillotine with the plastic blade I think these rooms are filled with hate Her arm fell off in the empty
But I ain't what you all say I am 'Cause there ain't no trash in my trailer Though you might find an empty can of beer No there ain't been no trash
slick Another sick rock 'n' roller acting like a dick needing cash Burning through the trash that piles up in this place And fills up behind my empty
You toss the empty beer Not really as composed as you appear An icicle inside Wearing clothes that clash Wondering is this treasure, is this trash Still
like you do 'cause you do it for them. I've been followed and i've been so wrong Mistakenly killed for being so thin I can flip inside out The song of trash
Last night I took a walk into the back of my mind Through the trash and the warning signs There was a party full of jokes and clich's I couldn't think
Brother, my cup is empty And I haven't got a penny For to buy no more whiskey I have to go home Oh brother, my cup is empty And I haven't got a penny
breeds ignorance and fatality. Empty eyes and a soul forsaken, an intellect like zero, reasons for pandemic genocide. Human trash, wasted flesh, is
part of Babylon's plan Thief a man, you even steal a Rastaman Hear me, I ain't no junkie and I don't use hash, no So he who steals my purse, surely steals trash
gonna put the trash in a can. Ooh ooh ooh Balladeer: The marshal pushed his sleeves up high and grabbed his trusty broom. He said: McClean: This trash
You take a little fruit gum wrapper And you toss it on the ground, Mix it up good with a popsicle stick And an old paper cup you found, Add an empty tube
on the loading dock They?re just gonna sit there ?til they rot ?Cause there?s nothing to ship, nothing to pack Just busted concrete and rusted tracks Empty
said "i know, i know, i know. youve earned your right to breathe. dont give it up. thats why you have to leave. you know your number is up." emptied
Till I talk to my lawyer, you get no reply You've obviously been watchin? too much CSI I'm not a crash dummy so don't even try To talk your dirty trash
owned a night club On the Arkansas-Oklahoma line Mama put me on a Greyhound And I went to stay with her in the summertime I'd box up those empty long
don't love me anymore You punched me out, you took me down I trash talk you, you trash talk me Orchid flowers help me fake I'm happy Empty bedroom,
No escaping pain, you belong to me Clingin' on to life by the skin of my teeth And my blood flows through the streets, deluge from the wounds Empty
got a fuckin nerve takin me to trial. Copyright infrigmit, you said it was a freestyle, and you lied about your age, you was 21, never ever make a move with an empty