Lyrics:
Come in with the Garbage Pail Kids, we some tyrants
Leave that shit to me, I take 'em out, I got a license
Drenched in snow, look like blow, blow, blow
someone explain why the whole wide world
Is obsessed with a Garbage Pail Kid?
Looks like a Garbage Pail Kid
And Da Vinci must have sucked an art
out loud, for no reason
I use to take them cans back and collect them nickels
Trading garbage pail kid cards for sweet pickles
The whole block used
Live my life like a 90's era garbage pail kid
With the trash can lid hid behind back
Smells of fine rats
But raps like no other
The dark brother that
And set fires in garbage pails and cabbage patches
A child of the corn been wild since I was born
Climbin' over barbed wire, clothes got torn
Shoes got
I was raised on Chef Boyardee and TV
Video games in all their 8-Bit glory
Garbage Pail Kids were currency for this latchkey
Put on my backpack I'm
the days when we were young
Sinclair Spectrum. Garbage Pail Kid cards
Tomy Racing Turbo Dashboard stars
Atari. Sega. Walkman and Polaroid
Thundercats
It's the little things. Just bring the garbage pails back. Instead of them blocking the driveway. When I come home from a, from a gig, just bring
the cars go by, roarin' as the breezes blow
Crazy lady, livin' in a bag
Eatin' outta garbage pails, used to be a fag hag
Said she'll dance the tango, skip
to choose between the baby and you
The sky was crying, rain and hail
When you put your baby in the garbage pail
Then you kissed the kid and put down
the cars go by, roarin' as the breezes blow
Crazy lady, livin' in a bag
Eatin' outta garbage pails, used to be a fag hag
Said she'll dance the tango, skip
to choose between the baby and you
The sky was crying, rain and hail
When you put your baby in the garbage pail
Then you kissed the kid and put down
just won't stop
And I just won't stop, and I just won't
(Stop)
Exhale, it's almost over you can exhale
Come out from hiding in your garbage pail
And I'd
the Navajo Trail
Burn-outs stub their toes on garbage pails
Waitresses are cryin' in the rain
Will their boyfriends pass this way again?
Oh, Mother
the Navajo Trail
Burn-outs stub their toes on garbage pails
Waitresses are cryin' in the rain
Will their boyfriends pass this way again?
Oh, Mother
to choose between the baby and you
The sky was crying, rain and hail
When you put your baby in the garbage pail
Then you kissed the kid and put down
a beach chair with a martini
Who's not as dumb as the tat of the same scenery
...nails you pig stigmata for all good sport
Garbage pail kids you not
Well, the eggs chase the bacon round the fryin' pan
And the whinin' dog pigeons by the steeple bell rope
And the dogs tipped the garbage pails over
about the wars you're fighting
Gee, that looks like fun
(We care a lot) about the Garbage Pail Kids, they never lie
(We care a lot) about
about the wars you're fighting
Gee, that looks like fun
(We care a lot) about the Garbage Pail Kids, they never lie
(We care a lot) about
let 'em put you in jail
You're not a garbage dump
You're not a garbage pail
You got a right to feel alone
us on a path
For some elevation
'Cause for awhile our math was only 'bout some recreation
High percentage ale, being kids like garbage pail
But what
no one took our spot. Anthony. When I pull out, get the garbage pails. Do you know what, leave the car there, and we'll walk to Connecticut, just
the sink
Then I walk past the garbage and think whewy that stinks
Maybe I should take the trash out first
But if I'm taking out the trash I better sort
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