Lyrics > Heavy Trash – Panik

Writers: Jon Spencer / Matt Verta-Ray
Published: Patricia Ann Music / Marsupial Parlay Vous (BMI)
From: Panik / We Got To Go (7″, US)
Source: Pop Catastrophe
Notes: Text in RED unconfirmed and some other lines may not be completely accurate.
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
Short and sweet and sweet is what you like
Now get the poor with the twist of a knife
Slit them right open from the swine to swift
Forget about them and do this here
Try to get wicked, try to get dumb
2, 0, 10, baby, 77, punk
Call up the queen, call the president
Cause your daddy’s a jerk all the money’s spent
Baby, you better get it why you can

Something got to give
Something’s got to break
Something’s better than nothing
Now for goodness sakes
How many turns can this old world make?
How much more do you wanna take?
You better get off why you can
Oh, come on

I’m out of line
You got yourself shot down behind
Separated from you and analyse
That’s what I’m gonna do

Oh baby, too many people living
Not enough bed
How can you abide, baby?
Can you explain?
Shift daddy!
Who’d agreed to mother?
They all keep stealing
You gotta keep chicken

Right on the lines
You got yourself shot down behind
[Aww, fuck it]
Separated again and analyse
One more time
Right on the lines
You got yourself shot in the spine
Separated from you and analyse
That’s what I’m gonna do

I got ta, got ta, got ta, Pa…
P, a, n, icee
B, b, b, b, b, baby

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