Trash Filmography

• Forbidden Project - Zucht Votze (2007)
• Hera - Das neue Strafrecht (2007)

Trash Filmography

• Swoon (1992)

Trash, T. Filmography

• Freakshow (1995)

• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Trash - Alice Cooper
• Trash - Korn
• Trash - Robyn Hitchcock
• Trash - Human Nature
• Trash - Suede
• Trash - Demi Lovato
• Trash - Roxy Music
• Trash - Silverchair
• Trash - Apoptygma Berzerk
• Trash - Slim Thug
• Trash - Bob Schneider
• Trash - Pansy Division
• Trash - Play
• Trash - Berlin
• Trash - Fun People
• Trash - New York Dolls
• Trash - Jimmie's Chicken Shack
• Trash - Czars
• Trash - Bobs
• Trash - Big Smith
• Trash - Jonathan Davis
• Trash - Amanda Walker
• Trash - Pale
• Trash - The Pale Pacific

It ain't the way you crawl across the Cathouse floor
It ain't the way you curse me when you slam the bedroom door
It ain't the way you sweat me for a handful of easy cash
It's just the way you love me when you turn to trash
Trash
It's not the way you dress when you socialize, oh those eyes
It ain't the diamond rock or that Rolls you drive
You can walk the streets with all your uptown flash
But when you hit the sheets you just turn trash
You're such trash
I love the way you look
You're such high class tramp
It's not the way you touch me when you...
You're daddy's dream, you're a peach in cream
And you're finally ripe at last
But when you hit the sheets you just turn to trash

How did it start?
Well, I dont know.
I just feel the craving.
I see the flesh and it smells fresh.
And it's just there for the taking.
These little girls they make me feel so god damn
exhilarated.
I feel them up, I can't give it up.
The pain that I'm just erasing.
I tell my lies and I despise.
Every second I'm with you.
So I run away and you still stay.
So what the fuck is with you.
Your feelings I can't help but rape them.
I'm sorry I don't feel the same.
My heart inside is constantly hating.
I'm sorry I just throw you away.
I don't know why I'm so fucking cold?
I dont know why it hurts me.
All I wanna do is get with you.
And make the pain go away.
Why do I have a conscience?
All it does is fuck with me.
Why do I have this torment?
All I want to do is fuck it away.
I tell my lies and I despise.
Every second I'm with you.
So I run away and you still stay.
So what the fuck is with you.
Your feelings I can't help but rape them.
I'm sorry I don't feel the same.
My heart inside is constantly hating.
I'm sorry I just throw you away.
I just throw you away.
I just throw you away.
I just throw you away.

So you're photographed with Charlie Watts
It doesn't mean to say you're not
Just a loser
And you wish you could be Brian Jones
But now he's just a heap of bones
That's one better than you, you're a loser
And you photograph with Iggy, too
Cause you think it might rub off on you
Forget it, you're a loser
You're just trash
You're just trash
You're just trash
And you're a loser
And last time you were down the Hope
I saw you hustling for a piece of dope
God you're embarrassing sometimes
You're just trash
You're just trash
You're just trash
And you're a loser
So if we should meet up some time
Don't act like you're a friend of mine
Put your arm round me
I don't want to be
A loser

Who do you think I am
Baby I'm your man
I'm the back you lean on when you need a friend
Now I see that I'm
Blackened by a lie
It's just imagination I'll tell you why
When you call on the phone
Late at night no-one's home
Ain't enough to justify
Your boyfriend's got a creepin' eye
Baby don't believe the trash they tell you
Cause I could make a story like that
And now who would you believe
Your friends or me now baby
Don't believe the trash
Baby don't believe the trash they tell you
Cause I would never play it like that
And I'm hoping you decide that girl I'm right now baby
Don't believe the trash
So many reasons why
You should know that I'd
Never go behind you and make you cry
Don't you throw this man
Who gives you all he can
Just because your friends trash trust in a man
When you call on the phone
Late at night no-one's home
Ain't enough to justify
Your boyfriend's got a creepin' eye
Baby don't believe the trash they tell you
Cause I could make a story like that
And now who would you believe
Your friends or me now baby
Don't believe the trash
Baby don't believe the trash they tell you
Cause I would never play it like that
And I'm hoping you decide that girl I'm right now baby
Don't believe the trash
Baby don't believe the trash they tell you
Cause I could make a story like that
And now who would you believe
Your friends or me now baby
Don't believe the trash
Baby don't believe the trash they tell you
Cause I would never play it like that
And I'm hoping you decide that girl I'm right now baby
Don't believe the trash
Now I realise all the questions in your eyes
Every word you ever heard
Every lie that made you cry
Can't you see the good in me
Just give me one more try
Baby I would never do that
I just want to get it back
Baby don't believe the trash they're telling you
Baby don't believe a lie
Cause I would never make you cry
Baby don't believe the trash they're telling you
(don't believe it oh no)
Baby don't believe the trash they tell you
Cause I could make a story like that
And now who would you believe
Your friends or me now baby
Don't believe the trash
Baby don't believe the trash they tell you
Cause I would never play it like that
(Cause I, I could never play it like that, no no)
And I'm hoping you decide that girl I'm right now baby

Maybe, maybe it's the clothes we wear,
The tasteless bracelets and the dye in our hair,
Maybe it's our kookiness,
Or maybe, maybe it's our nowhere towns,
Our nothing places and our cellophane sounds,
Maybe it's our looseness,
But we're trash, you and me,
We're the litter on the breeze,
We're the lovers on the streets,
Just trash, me and you,
It's in everything we do,
It's in everything we do...
Maybe, maybe it's the things we say,
The words we've heard and the music we play,
Maybe it's our cheapness,
Or maybe, maybe it's the times we've had,
The lazy days and the crazes and the fads,
Maybe it's our sweetness,
But we're trash, you and me,
We're the litter on the breeze,
We're the lovers on the street,
Just trash, me and you,
It's in everything we do,

Don't try to cover up your, your new flame
That's seathing through your eyes.
I can see it from 10 feet away and I know
Just who is burning.
With every kiss you deny
So what makes you think, that I
Still care or still want you anymore
So how long has this been
Going on and one more thing tell me
Was she the reason you stomped on my heart
And moved on so quickly
You can call it pure torture
Watching your every move with her
Oh, just the thought of it,
Knowing what goes on between you
Makes me sick
I should've noticed, I should've noticed
When she came into the picture
You were always with her
And she's not leaving.
So how long has this been
Going on and one more thing tell me
Was she the reason you stomped on my heart
And moved on so quickly
You called me shady
And now she's your babydoll
She drove you over,
Over to break it off
And this time just maybe
Maybe you went a little far
I'm sick of crying about,
About your new flame
That's soon to burn out.
So how long has this been
Going on and one more thing tell me
Was she the reason you stomped on my heart
And moved on so quickly

Are you customized or ready-made?
Heavy metal trick or treat?
Only seventeen
On the level trash is neat
Teenage fever oh, you've got it bad
Caught the flavor want it all
Only seventeen
Bet you know the trash I mean
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
Trash
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
Row your features into magazines
Go to Plaza, where's the trade?
Only seventeen

One, two, three, four!
Welcome! Nothing short of anarchy
It's so hard to find out who you wanna be
Welcome! Nothing short of anarchy
It's so hard to find out who you wanna be - oh!
I couldn't find what you needed - ooh to be a double
A big pill but you know that you need a poison
Open, you need it but I returned the point of acceptance
How brave, your parades never do much
Violence!
Hopeless fight!
Call it straight!
Big black steel cap dealt rejection
Yeah, yeah
Hey, hey, hey, hey

Maybe, maybe it's the clothes we wear,
The tasteless bracelets and the dye in our hair,
Maybe it's our kookiness,
Or maybe, maybe it's our nowhere towns,
Our nothing places and our cellophane sounds,
Maybe it's our looseness,
But we're trash, you and me,
We're the litter on the breeze,
We're the lovers on the streets,
Just trash, me and you,
It's in everything we do,
It's in everything we do...
Maybe, maybe it's the things we say,
The words we1ve heard and the music we play,
Maybe it's our cheapness,
Or maybe, maybe it's the times we1ve had,
The lazy days and the crazes and the fads,
Maybe it's our sweetness,
But we're trash, you and me,
We're the litter on the breeze,
We're the lovers on the streets,
Just trash, me and you,
It's in everything we do,
It's in everything we do.
But we're trash, you and me,
We're the lovers on the streets,
We're the litter on the breeze,
Just trash, me and you,
It's in everything we do,

[Gun shots]
[Talking:]
Fuck Northstar, you old bitch ass, midget ass nigga
Get off my motherfucking dick, fuck Big Ballin
You old bootlegging, old weak ass, trash ass, hoe ass niggas
[Hook]
(y'all) you niggas fell off (niggas)
My niggas run the North (are)
You can't fuck with the Boss
(trash) here come another loss
[Slim Thug]
Brace yourself, for the main event from the Boss
Every hater that cross the Boss, gon get crossed out
Another loss on they record, them broke niggas insane
Y'all need to get together, and be the We Hate Slim Thug gang
Talking down on my name, so I'm punishing fools
I understand why y'all hating, y'all got nothing to lose
I got a lot to lose but fuck it, I won't lose my respect
The more I start getting checks, the more they start having plex
They do this shit to sell records, everybody telling me
They might get a lil money, but not more than me
Like Roy Jones and Hopkins, ain't no 60-40 deal
I'm getting 90 they get 10, and gotta split it still
That mean these niggas still broke, Street Fame still won't get sold
They the definition of weak, not the definition of thoed
And to that other big bitch, by the name of Big Pic
He certified garbage, you can't fuck with me trick
(ready, aim, fire), I'm bout make these haters retire
Get a job at Mcdonalds, dick suckers for hire
Boss Hogg and PIE, we running these streets
Got beef, my heat'll have you run in the streets
Calling police saying laws, come get them Outlaws
They left me in the desert, in nothing but my draws
Bitch we raw, whether you believe it or not
Come in my face with that plex, and you won't leave back out
[Hook]
[Talking:]
Old bitch ass nigga, you gon have to graduate
A couple of mo' classes to fuck with me, ha
[Hook]
[Slim Thug]
Correct me if I'm wrong, anywhere in this song
The same nigga who stole your cash, is who's c.d. you on
What happened to I made them niggas, and they stole from me
You never was acting, nigga you is funny
I peeped your gay ways, way back in the days
Hiding in Austin you cried, and wouldn't rap on stage
All your fans was like man, this lil nigga a bitch
When he can't get his way, he quick to pitch a fit
I'ma do this I'ma do that, well what's stopping you Yo
I saw you and Young Cappo, at the corner sto'
On you niggas corner, while I was talking to 50/50
If you wanted me so bad, why the fuck you ain't get me
Y'all look dead in my face, saw me in broad day
When I got behind you niggas car, you went the other way
Talking bout you gon hurt me, what your hurter broke
Last time I saw Big Pic, that bitch spoke
And North lying, trying to blame everything on chop
Bitch I know you bootlegging, let the lies stop
You don't sell enough c.d.'s, to buy you a car
Help Lil' Yo bootleg, so he can get a Northstar
You hollin' bring it to the ring, like you can knock me out
While you standing straight up, I'll stick my dick in your mouth
Midget ass nigga, comb your nappy ass hair
You shop in the boys section, wear cartoon underwear
Don't make me tie your dirty ass up, and give you a bath
You looking like a lil dope fiend, out on the Ave
Talking bout I'm trying to plea barging, with your O.G
Bullshit bitch, your O.G. is me
Call me O.G. Slim Thug, bitch ass nigga
I might be young, but bitch I'm a rich ass nigga
And I'ma keep dogging your hoe ass, till you apologize
And squash all this shit, like the rest of you guys, hoe

well here i am
walking down the street again
like the scene of a movie
just me and the garbage cans
clicking my shoes on the ground
like an aristocrat
and the power of conviction
yeah, i always fall for that
and i know why i say goodbye
it's always true; brown not blue
i got no car, got no cash
how could it last?
cheer up moon
the stars will keep you compny
i'm allright now
i just let it get a piece of me
all gives a damn
well i probably say "i don't" it's true
if the truth were to be known now
i guess i'd probably say "i do"
(chorus)
i know why i always do
i always fall for "i love you"
it's the crack of the whip;
the sting of the lash
the absence of "there"
comes on in a flash
it's all make make believe
it's all smoke and ash
it's all they believe
it's not made to last
it's trash
well here i am

Are you customized or ready-made?
Heavy metal, trick or treat
Uh-huh
He's only seventeen
On the level, trashes me
Uh-huh, uh
Teenage fever, oh you got it bad
Caught the flavor, want it all
Uh-huh
He's only seventeen
Bet you love the trash I meet
Oh yeah, oh yeah
Oh yeah, oh yeah
His tangled hair trails halfway down his back
On his head, a backwards baseball cap
He's only seventeen
I'll pick up the trash I see
Uh-huh, uh
Uh-huh, uh
Uh-huh, uh
Oh!

Look at those shoes
They've seen a lot of mileage on the dance floor
And your hair is bad news, yeah
What happened with those highlights
They're so lowlife
There's really no excuse, no
You're on the second day of all night parties
You wanna stay up and never come down
You wanna sneak in cause they're throwing you out
You're trash, trash
Baby that's a fact but I like you even more 'cause of that
Girl you know you're trash, trash
Scratchin' through your backpack
Acting like you're flat out of cash
Give it up you're trash
You're officially trash
Look at those eyes
You're sleeping in the same old pair of lashes
Do you really think that's wise, no
You borrowed someone's car and then you crashed it
Enough is enough, get off of my couch
I'm sick of your stuff takin' over my house
You're trash, trash
Baby that's a fact but I like you even more 'cause of that
Girl you know you're trash, trash
Scratchin' through your backpack
Acting like you're flat out of cash
Give it up you're trash
You're officially trash
First you slit your skirt up ten inches
Show some skin right up to the fringes
Then you pluck your brows like a ninja
You gotta get a grip
Better listen to me
Bitch, you're trash
You're trash
Trash, trash
Baby that's a fact but I like you even more 'cause of that
You're such a piece of trash, trash
Scratchin' through your backpack
Acting like you're flat out of cash
Give it up you're trash
You're officially trash

Feeling nervous, I'm feeling so strange
Just a prisoner wanting to escape
A walk on the wild side calls you
Let go feel your body let go of your mind
Safety in numbers pulls you in
Let go feel your body let go of your mind
Make it fun make it fast
Live a little trash
Live a little trash
Live a little trash
You can live with your past
Make it fun make it fast
This tug of war is useless
You can live with your past
Live a little trash
Why not haveyour cake and eat it too
A little bit naughty, a little risqué
Dive in, do or die and make a splash
One night living kamikaze

(New York Dolls cover)
Trash, wont pick it up
Take them lights away
Trash, wont pick it up
Dont take your life away
Trash, dont try to take my life away
And please dontcha ask me if I love you
If you dont know what I'm doin (whatcha know is)
Cus I dont know if I do
Cus the way that I feel with you
And take a lovers leap with you
And go to fairyland with you
Go to heaven blue with you
I just dont know if I do
I just dont know if I do
—break—

Trash don't throw your love away
Oh, trash don't take your light away
Oh, trash don't you take my night away
And please don't you ask me if I love you
If you don't know what I'm doing
Trash don't throw your love away
Oh, trash don't you take my night away
Oh, trash don't you take my delight away
And please don't you ask me why I love you
'Cause I don't know why I do, all I know is
Trash don't throw your love away
Trash put that knife away
Oh, trash got to put them all away
And please don't you ask me if I love you
'Cause I don't know if I do
Wanna wipe it out here with you
Take a lover's leap with you
Baby, how do you call your lover boy?
Trash my sweet baby
Oh, trash baby you're the one
Trash my sweet baby
Oh, oh, oh trash baby you're the one
Baby you're the one
I say you're the one
Yeah, you're the one
Oh, trash you, you're the one
Trash you're the one
Baby you're the one now
And baby, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, you're the one
You're the one, oh my trash
My sweet trash

A simple formula, music and love
Screw yourself, forgetting all of the above
If we can't join the fools, maybe we'll beat them
If you're not playin' ball, then you can eat them
An easy lay, yeah, there's no such luck
With such a little brain, how can I talk so much?
She said, "Get it straight, or get it gone
You're not the only one who can make me cum"
Tell your mom, to stop callin' me
Don't lift your leg, on my family tree
Auf weidersehen ah, my mon amie
Just tell your mom, to stop callin' me trash
Stop callin me trash
We're pilin' up, in the corner
Can't change the mess in me, I tried to warn her
But you can't blame the kids for what they're born into
Still it just makes me sick, to take a whiff of you
Another stupid game, we'll just make up the rules
As we go along, makes us so dumb we drool
And it's a bitter taste but you'll get used to it
Just try it on for size, that stinky shoe that fits
And tell your mom, to stop callin' me
And get your ax out of the stump of my family tree
If this is real than I don't think I wanna be,
Just tell your mom, to stop callin' me trash
They sure don't make 'em like they used to
Swimmin' in cesspools ready for the bargain bin
I may not wanna but I guess I have to chose
To stay alive or jump right in
So I guess I'll have to jump right in
I'm gonna jump right in
Come on and jump right in
Come on and jump right in
Come on and jump right in
And tell your mom to stop callin' me trash
And tell your mom to stop callin' me trash
And tell your mom to stop callin' me trash
And tell your mom to stop callin' me trash
Tell your mom, takes one to know one trash
Tell your mom, to stop stealin' my stash
Tell your mom, to stop sendin' me cash

Mesmerizing, hypnotizing, resolve made of steel
You've got all the good cards baby
Don't say no and don't say maybe
What you fighting for, what is it you fight for?
It's okay to not have answers, they don't have them anyway
Save that bullshit for the bedroom
That's where all your best work gets done
You're all by yourself, you're your only lover
What do you think, you'll do to me, that you have not already done?
Why don't you try sticking your dick
Into all the things that you bought

A person's home should be their castle
(When I'm at home I want to feel like royalty)
But I don't want to be the queen of this mess
(Never before have I seen such misery)
Living with my baby is a hassle
(When he's at home he doesn't care
Never combs his hair)
I'm puttin' him out on the curb unless he cleans this
Garbage up
My baby loves
Trash
My baby leaves his trash all over the house
I've got to dig & dig & dig
Just to find the bathroom in the morning
My baby loves
Trash
My baby leaves his trash all over the house
I think it's time to trash my baby
Well home is where the heart is
(God what a mess it gives me cardiac arrest)
But my heart isn't willing to stay there
(Crumbs in the bed I can't get no rest)
My man never learned to pick up his
(Pardon the small you know he never does the laundry)
Dirty shirts and socks and underwear
He doesn't even care
Talkin' bout
Trash
My baby leaves his trash all over the house
I've got to dig & dig & dig
Just to find the bathroom in the morning
My baby loves
Trash
My baby leaves his trash all over the house
I think it's time to trash my baby
If cleanliness is next to godliness
(One year of Sunday papers blocking the door)
Then my baby is a heathen and a heretic
(Ants so thick your feet never touch the floor)
He worships at the altar of sloppiness
(And fills the collection plate with cigarette butts)
I'm gonna lace his food with arsenic
And have him hauled away
I'm picking up
Trash
My baby leaves his trash all over the house
I've got to dig & dig & dig
Just to find the bathroom in the morning
My baby loves
Trash
My baby leaves his trash all over the house
I think it's time to trash my baby
I'm gonna call my garbageman
Haul my baby and all of his trash away
I'm gonna call my garbageman
Haul my baby and all of his trash away
I'm gonna call my garbageman
Haul my baby and all of his trash away
I'm gonna call my garbageman

I ain't white bred
I'm wheat bread
I don't make much money but I'm well fed
I've learned too much
To earn too much
I just don't like walkin' 'round half dead
I ain't no slack jaw
Watchin' Hee Haw
Cause my black and white's ridin on the see saw
You see either way I saw a shade of gray
The extremes are my in-betweens, y'all
CHORUS:
Don't call me trash 'till you've slept in my trailer
'Till you've dug up my roots
'Till you've lived in my blues
A man that's on wheels ain't my notion of failure
So come to my trailer
My boudoir to peruse
You come to Nixa
The fuzz'll fix ya
Yea the Spokane cocaine it'll six ya
Cause the redneck knows how the greenbacks flow
They got their bathtubs dopin' up the hicks, yeah
You outclass me
You look past me
You are certain your ideas will outlast me
But when the singing senator
Takes everything you're in it for
You'll wonder why you never thought to ask me
CHORUS
Johnny went to Branson
For to build himself a mansion
But the pretty magicians were holdin' hillbillies for ransom
Now Johnny doesn't go
To the Pharisee show
Cause he's mobile like a walkin' son of man, son
It may be corn meal
But it's the real deal
I think I'll walk the other way on the treadwheel
Me and the homebilly clan
Livin' in our tin cans
From the huckleberry ridge to the boot heel

How did it start?
Well, I dont know.
I just feel the craving.
I see the flesh and it smells fresh.
And it's just there for the taking.
These little girls they make me feel so god damn
exhilarated.
I feel them up, I can't give it up.
The pain that I'm just erasing.
I tell my lies and I despise.
Every second I'm with you.
So I run away and you still stay.
So what the fuck is with you.
Your feelings I can't help but rape them.
I'm sorry I don't feel the same.
My heart inside is constantly hating.
I'm sorry I just throw you away.
I don't know why I'm so fucking cold?
I dont know why it hurts me.
All I wanna do is get with you.
And make the pain go away.
Why do I have a conscience?
All it does is fuck with me.
Why do I have this torment?
All I want to do is fuck it away.
I tell my lies and I despise.
Every second I'm with you.
So I run away and you still stay.
So what the fuck is with you.
Your feelings I can't help but rape them.
I'm sorry I don't feel the same.
My heart inside is constantly hating.
I'm sorry I just throw you away.
I tell my lies and I despise.
Every second I'm with you.
So I run away and you still stay.
So what the fuck is with you.
Your feelings I can't help but rape them.
I'm sorry I don't feel the same.
My heart inside is constantly hating.
I'm sorry I just throw you away.
I just throw you away.
I just throw you away.
I just throw you away.

People always talking bout dirty things
everyone starting to believe them
I'm giving you advice
so betta listen up
today's the day to make them stop
all you gotta do is
throw them away, throw them away
cause their trash trash trash
throw them away throw them away
cause their trash trash trash
you gotta smash and mash them cause their trash, oh their trash
Everyday there are new ones
the old ones go passing by
the good news is their happy, awesome, exiting or rad
merry loving, delightful, or rad
the bad news is their hurtful, embarrassing, or sad,
hateful stupid, dull, or mad
and that's trash oh that's trash
today's the day to make them stop
all you gotta do is
throw them away, throw them away
cause their trash trash trash
throw them away throw them away
cause their trash trash trash
you gotta smash and mash them cause their trash, oh their trash
Everyday is getting worse
I feel like im gonna burst
to fly away to outer space
i think i may be cursed
cause that trash is eating me in the face
so i gotta figure out this case
today's the day to make them stop
all you gotta do is
throw them away, throw them away
cause their trash trash trash
throw them away throw them away
cause their trash trash trash

Beach boys singing "you left me for a better man"
these songs on the radio they, they get me going
they get me singing along
About the sweet girl who don't come around much anymore
she got her bible study pining boys at her door
at her door
I need this like I need a kick in the knees
you got me feeling like a fool for the first time
for the first time
It's been a year now
still can't seem to like a day off without you
this holy infatuation running deeper than we ever knew
Still the beach boys singing
"you left me for a better man"
those songs on the radio are trash, trash
I need this like I need a kick in the knees
you got me feeling like a fool for the first time
singing...
still need you like I need the air that I breathe

Beach boys singing "you left me for a better man" these songs on the radio they, they get me going they get me singing along About the sweet girl who don't come around much anymore she got her bible study pining boys at her door at her door I need this like I need a kick in the knees you got me feeling like a fool for the first time for the first time It's been a year now still can't seem to like a day off without you this holy infatuation running deeper than we ever knew Still the beach boys singing "you left me for a better man" those songs on the radio are trash, trash I need this like I need a kick in the knees you got me feeling like a fool for the first time singing... still need you like I need the air that I breathe you got me singing all my songs for the firs