Lyrics > Heavy Trash – Mr. K.I.A.


Writers: J. Spencer / M. Verta-Ray
Published: © 2005 Patricia Ann Music/Marsupial Parlay Vous (BMI)
From: Heavy Trash
Transcribed: Pop Catastrophe
Notes: sted as ‘Mr. Know It All‘ on the Japanese edition. There is a second distorted backing-vocal on this track which over-laps/repeats much of the main vocal on this song.
Back Off
Bad Boy
Be-Bop-A-Lula
Bedevilment
Bloodshot Eyes
Bug Bite Daddy
Bumble Bee
Chopt Face
Christmas In Königstein
Crazy Pritty Baby
Crying Tramp
Dark Hair'd Rider
Double Line
Dour Festival Song
The Female Form (Live)
Fix These Blues
Flip Script
Gatorade
Gee, I Really Love You
Get My Rocks Off
Good Hair
Good Man
'Hi-Hat'
Hold Me Tight
The Hump
I Don't Mind
I'll Change My Style
In My Heart
I Want Oblivion
I Want Refuge
Isolation
Jibber Jabber
Juanito
Justine Alright
Kissy Baby
Kloi
Leave That Junk Alone
Liebe Auf Den Ersten Blick
Lonely
'Lonely Nights'
The Loveless
Lover Street
Mr. K.I.A.
Nervis
No Fun / The Model
Out Demon Out
Outside Chance
Panik
The Pill
Pimento
Pork Chop
Punk Rock Mama
Pure Gold
Say Yeah
She Baby
(Sometimes You Got to Be) Gentle
Stealin'
Sweet Little Bird
Sweet, Sweet Girl
Take My Hand
That Ain't Right
That's What Your Love Gets
They Were Kings
This Day Is Mine
Trouble
Under The Waves
Walking Bum
Way Out
We Got To Go
Wet Book
Wheel of Fortune
Yeah Baby
You Can't Win
You Got What I Need
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[Know it all, Know it all, Know it all, Know it all, Know it all]

What’s that?
You say you wanna drink of water?
Well, I been drinking this free coffee all day
I feel like something fell off and died inside me
And I don’t love anybody since turned my heart off

But my animal needs are still intact and corrupt
I knew my brain would never be enough
Listen to me buddy and come quick when I call
Damn right! They call me Mr Know It All

My car is so long I park it in the air
Wearing a worn out wedding dress, old T-shirt and I don’t care
You can shut and drive all night long
And nothing gonna fix when everything’s gone wrong

You tell me you wanna re-live events from your past
Go back to summer camp, first grade, man, some of that stuff would be a blast
I don’t know, can’t get it, can’t get go back
I ain’t got time for any of that jazz coz this tape’s about to roll out
Lay out, get drunk and visit my ditch
I got an army of monkeys that obey my every wish
Cold [polyester], get that
Polyester is what they’re gonna be wearing in the future
Man, something like that, maybe a cotton blend
I’m gonna get it cut direct from Taiwan, Singapore, Vietnam and Thailand

Maybe we should try this one again
My in…, my insides are numb and my feeling’s are gone
Like nothing can fix when everything’s going wrong
Straight to hell
Straight to hell

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