Trash Talk
Trash Talk
Trash Talk
Trash Talk
Trash Talk
Trash Talk
Trash Talk
Trash Talk
Trash Talk
Trash Talk
Trash Talk
Trash Talk
Trash Talk
Trash Talk
Trash Talk
Trash Talk
Trash Talk
They wade through pestilence
We call them wasted youth
The kids are running restless
Not a single fucking thing to lose
Give them enough rope
They'll fucking hang themselves for lack of things to do