I'm your garbage man Coming down the street Kick your can, kick your can Better get your butt down on the curb And say hey to me I'm by the liquor
Use me, I'm beautiful. Take me, I'm yours. Hurt me, It feels like medicine, And all I deserve... People have funny things Swimming inside. They swing
I know how to hurt I know how to heal I know what to show And what to conceal I know when to talk And I know when to touch No one ever died from wanting
Hey boy, take a look at me Let me dirty up your mind I'll strip away your hard veneer And see what I can find The queerest of the queer The strangest
I am milk I am red hot kitchen and I am cool cool as the deep blue ocean I am lost so I am cruel but I'd be love and sweetness if I had you Chorus:
You can look but you can't touch I don't think I like you much Heaven knows what a girl can do Heaven knows what you've got to prove I think I'm paranoid
She gave you everything she had But she was young and dumb She'd just turned twenty-one She didn't care to hang around So when the shit came down Why
When everything is going wrong And you can't see the point in going on Nothing in life is set in stone There's nothing that can't be turned around
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
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
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
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 In the garbage
for Your fresh garbage . . . Look beneath your lid some morning, See those things you didn't quite consumea?? Your fresh garbage . . . Fresh garbage . . . Fresh garbage
Spoken: I'm really proud of you Homie but can the garbage man reall do all those thing syou said? Oh the Garbage man can Marge the Garbage Man can. ::
awake but still Pain is killing me, pain is killing me Take this pestilent destruction out of my way The great pacific garbage patch is exhausted And
away. And a thousand trucks just like it are converging on the bay. Oh..... Garbage, garbage, garbage.... We're filling up our seas with garbage (garbage, garbage
