Big Jesus Trash Can (1981-11-08: Amsterdam, Netherlands) Lyrics

Big Jesus soulmates Trash Can
Fucking rotten business this
Both feet in the Bad-Boot
Siff in the crypt, babay, like a rock
Rock-rock-rock
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-well-rock

Well-well-well-well-rock
Well-well-well-well-rock
Well-well-well-well-rock
He drives a Trash Can
He drives a Trash Can
He drives a Trash Can
He drives a Trash Can
He's comin to my town
Rock-rock-rock-ro-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
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
He's coming to my town
He's coming to my town
He's coming to my town
He's coming to my town