Lyrics > Heavy Trash – We Got To Go


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:
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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Someday it’s gonna hit you hard
One day it’s gonna knock you low
Stop trying to be all that
Everyone of us we all gotta to go
We gotta go
We gotta go over the hill
The valley below
Said I feel no pain
That’s right as rain

Mama was a tough old bird
Said son you better wise up
Stop trying to act tough
Everybody know that you ain’t so much

We gotta go over the hill
The valley below
Said I feel no pain
That’s right as rain

Write a letter to my government
I sent it off to the FBI
Stop all your fussin’ and fighting
’cause me and my baby said we’re so scare to die

We gotta go over the hill
The valley below
Said I feel no pain
That’s right as rain

Oh, guitar

Look out now

Hang on
Sun shine down from up above
Hold my baby hand sweet sweet love
Y’know the devil below has got a different plan for you and me
Stop tryin’ to be so hep
Stop trying to act so jive
When are you going to figure it out?
Everybody one us gotta to die
We gotta go over the hill
The valley below
Said I feel no pain
That’s right as rain
I won’t do it again
I said we gotta go
That’s all I know
Ohhh baby, we gotta go

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