TURN UP THE VOLUME! This song is guaranteed to get my phone tapped! (Oh, just realized. EVERYONE'S PHONE IS TAPPED!)
It's a song from my latest album, "Songs For The New Revolution", available at CD Baby, iTunes, Amazon and Wire Duck Records. For more of my music visit: http://www.TheRealNealFox.com ___________________________________
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LYRICS: v1. It's been sitting there fermenting Like a heaping pile of crap We've been talking We've been venting With a six-pack in our lap And you know what has to happen To get this party down And they're starting to get shakey Every time that we're around
v2. We can talk until we're blue-faced 'Bout the troubles on the hill 'Bout the leaders who are two-faced And we're bitchin' 'bout it still But when trouble is a brewing And the country's on the brink You don't sit there on the sofa When the house begins to stink?
Take out the trash Take out the trash Don't wait till you look like You got a rash Take out the trash
v3. It's the same old tired story And we don't believe a word They've been lying to our faces They've been polishing a turd And we know who leads the leaders And the gods they answer to So we're getting off our asses 'Cause there's one thing left to do
Take out the trash Take out the trash If it smells like 13 week old Corned beef hash Take out the trash Take out the trash Take out the trash Take out the trash
v4. It's seeping out the windows It's been leaking though the walls It's infecting all who touch it Working in the halowed halls And you can't just turn your back And you can't just walk away It'll get you while you're sleeping It'll find you one fine day
v5. Better put out all the candles Better take it nice and slow You don't want the sparks a-flying Or this place is gonna blow So if there's fire in the attic And you got that fishy smell Better get our asses running 'Fore it blos us all to hell
Take out the trash Take out the trash If it's crude or If it's done with panache Take out the trash
Take out the trash Take out the trash Don't wait for it to be A News Flash Take out the trash
repeat verse 5
Take out the trash Take out the trash Before it all comes down In a crash