Chain & The Gang Trash Talk
Trash talk
Yeah, I saw him the other day
He looked like a million bucks
Green and crinkly
And did you see what he was wearing
They have a name for that style, it's called "birth control"
Trash talk
Trash talk
Yeah, first they did it in the magazines
Now they do it electronically
Beamed via satellite in the stratosphere
Don't worry dear, it's just trash that you hear
Trash talk
Trash talk
I went into the bathroom to see what the people think
Let me tell you – it stinks
Judged by a jury of one's peers
Don't worry dear, it's just trash that you hear
Trash talk
Trash talk
Well we got what we got, even if it's from the garbage can
Yeah, we got the garbage really thinking out by the garbage man
Well it's trash, yeah that's true
Some is yellow, some is blue
Don't worry dear it's just trash that you hear
Trash talk
Trash talk
Well they're gonna bury it for future generations to see
So they know what it was like to be me
Yeah, through our trash, we'll still be here
Don't worry dear, it's just trash that you hear
Trash talk
Trash talk
I'm not saying I don't like it but…
This analysis is infantile…
Their new record is so dull, it's prescribed to insomniacs…
He's not all he's cracked up to be…
It's like sawdust…
My ears are burning…