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letra de the trash man - teenage disaster

its 8ft feet tall with an axe on its back
long black hair and a big crooked smile
he eats all your loved ones, and steals all the cash
guess you could say that he takes out the trash

it was 4am and i had to take a p-ss
but i looked outside and somethin was amiss
it was a man with a black bag and all black clothes
he drove a big truck, then i heard a woman screamin
“please you gotta help me, ive been here for weeks”
no i thought that i was dreamin, but i put on my sneaks
i was runnin for the telephone, but i was not discrete
then came the man that was standing in my street

knock knock knock now he breakin down my door
i saw too much, now im shakin at my core
a bat at the ready, my pulse aint steady
wish that i was dead already

then i blacked out, woke up in the street
a large black bag was sittin at my feet
a little blood stains on my bright white shoes
keys to a truck that ive never even used
then i freaked out b-tch i was framed
blood cleaned up like that f-cker was trained
the cops showed up and i tried to explain
they didnt f-ckin care, they didnt f-ckin care
night rippa
hit you with the clippa
body bags with a big black zippa
one eye, open all night
its the trash man, take you out inside a trash can

screaming at the top of my lungs inside the institution
yelling at the doctors screaming that i didnt f-ckin do it
why would i k!ll, why would i slay i never thought twice about my sanity
why question it today

- teenage disaster

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