Heavy Trash - You Can't Win lyrics

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Welcome to the shrek room

Pull up a rust of bedsprings

Lighting up a torch to carry

Because the record player is broken

Yeah, I remember

When these crying tramps were king

When the gyrations, wild gyrations ruled

Pomp so full of reverberation treble

So high on the slap back

Drunk on Pomade, Lemonade,

Lime, Ricky Cherry, Wine and Pepsi Cola

Tented beef, padded meat,

Fake meat, Slim Jims, Doritos, beans

And Mulligan stew

Wonder six sweet romances

Melody and rhythm pounding insistent

Bizarre rituals to power the power

Wearing sideburns and shoe leather

And dead animal skin

Hey, if the suit smells, wear it

Town to town back room to ho down, (you can't win)

Hand outs and punch ups broken hearts and bad luck

Another empty house

Another shock transmission

You can't win

Carry an old worn photograph of an old lost love

Be Bop A Lula with a thump and a shove

Chattering and chattering clattering

Sing rockabilly tramp mischievous king

Nothing more now than memories and phantoms

Ghosts and spooks beware

Stay close to the fire

Sleep with your shoes on

You can't win

You can't win

Yes some people said something and some people died

You can't win sad tramp

Did you hear about Madison

Did you hear about Hamilton

16 hours trapped under a Pinto

14 days strapped down to a gurney

The face will never be the same

All the infamy, all the shame

The Octobeast files tonight

This country will never be the same

Remember good night

Remember tucking children into bed

Remember Betty Lou, Peggy Sue

Now just lookout for the cops

And watch out for the screw

So lost in the dream

Such a fine design

Disconnect from today

Bizarre rituals to power the powerful

Wonder and sin

Daily and hourly

A traitor for our money but our packets are empty

Promises that were held out have

Since been withdrawn

You can't win