Trash Flavored Trash Songtext

von The Blood Brothers

Well I've spent
22 years in this zoo of broken faces
Parents and school children watch me sit on this neon nest naked

There's a girl in a cage making love to a switchblade,
There's a girl behind bars milking abandoned cars,
There's a priest in shackles building bombs out of bibles,
And piano wire vines and the men in the pines
That spin round and round and round and round and round

Take me to the pit of celebrity pregnancies.
I want to wear the skin of a magazine baby.
Take me to the pit of celebrity pregnancies.
The five o'clock news is a fucking fantasy.

I stole the rice from the beggars death bowl
In this zoo of broken faces.
I told a widow that she was beautiful
When half of her smile was missing.
And I've done my addition:
Gun plus gun equals bang bang bang.
And I've done my division:
Trash into trash equals trash flavored trash.

I wanna see more dirty places,
Take me to the hall of filthy faces.

There's a girl behind chicken wire coughing up ghosts,
There's a housewife in a cage that vacuums all day,
There's a boy in a toupee speaking in resumes,
And the teeth-heads with no eyes on the carousel rides that spin
Round and round and round and round and round.

Take me to the pit of celebrity pregnancies
I want to wear the skin of a magazine baby
Take me to the pit of celebrity pregnancies
The five o'clock news is a fucking fantasy

And I've paid my admission
And I've paid my submission
And I've seen the petition
And I've done my addition
And I've done my division
And I've done my division
And I've done my division
Trash into trash equals trash flavored trash.