Lyrics > Heavy Trash – Outside Chance

Writers: J. Spencer / M. Verta-Ray
Published: © 2007 Patricia Ann Music / Marsupial Parlay Vous (BMI)
From: Going Way Out With Heavy Trash (CD, US)
Transcribed: Pop Catastrophe
Notes: Text in RED is unconfirmed.
Back Off
Bad Boy
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 The Script
Gee, I Really Love You
Get My Rocks Off
Good Hair
Good Man
Hold Me Tight
The Hump
I Don't Mind
I'll Change My Style
In My Heart
I Want Oblivion
I Want Refuge
Jibber Jabber
Justine Alright
Kissy Baby
Leave That Junk Alone
Liebe Auf Den Ersten Blick
'Lonely Nights'
The Loveless
Lover Street
Mr. K.I.A.
Nevermore Blues
No Fun / The Model
Out Demon Out
Outside Chance
The Pill
Pork Chop
Punk Rock Mama
Pure Gold
Say Yeah
She Baby
(Sometimes You Got to Be) Gentle
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
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
You know them great big old flies?
Buzzin’ all round my head
People look at me they said
That coward must be dead, well I’m not
Don’t you know I’m just gonna sit right down?
On my behind and drinking them old fine wines

You’ve got that
[Outside chance]
Talk about me and you
[Outside chance]
That’s the king size drag
[Outside chance]
I’m bored of being alone

Come on kitty cat
Get out them way big old claws
Draw real real blood
Get a focus that makes me feel good and alive
Don’t you know I’m gonna sheen
Right before I shine
Got a doctor and a nurse online

You’ve got the
[Outside chance]
That’s the king size drag
[Outside chance]
Let’s talk about me and you
[Outside chance]
Bored of being alone

I’m gonna start my talking, I’ll tell everything I know
My baby sends me and there I go
Oh, Let’s go

Welcome back, Dallas

I’ve got such a pretty mind
Hey baby when I’m deep inside
People look at me they say
That guy got some crazy style, yes I do
Don’t you know I’d rather fight before I run?
And my life well it ain’t much fun on the run
On the run, on the run, run, run, run

What you gonna do?
[Outside chance]
That’s the king size drag
[Outside chance]
Aye talkin’ about me and you
[Outside chance]
Bored of being alone

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