Texty:
Garbage Other

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 store

Centre on the wide horizon Focus on the galaxy Sweep away your expectations and recognise your enemies I hear you talking to yourself You're stripping

Can't you see what you do to me You fill my life with misery With every breath every step I take I'm more in love with you I can't go on like this A

Well...I might just consider this If you don't let me down If you can keep me happy Well you can sit around Now I don't care for sycofants They drive

Girl don't come If it's all been said and done Don't hang around Let them kick back off the ground Let them kick back off the ground Girl don't come

1 2 3 4 You got my number you know what I need And I go crazy when ever I bleed Won't you come over I swear I'll be nice My girlfriend told me that you

In the middle of the night Head on my pillow Looking like a little ghost Seems like all of the things That you gave your mother Have all gone up in

Burn down all your idols Destroy your idols Create a scene There goes all your reason It's helter skelter It's not a dream Come down from the altar

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 die from wanting