Trash Flavored Trash Songtext
von The Blood Brothers

I′ve spent
Twenty-two 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
Never had a cause
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

(Come on, come on!)
Take me to the pit of celebrity pregancies
(Come on, come on, come on!)
I wanna wear the skin of a magazine baby
(Come on, come on!)
Take me to the pit of celebrity pregancies
(Come on, come on, come on!)
The five o'clock news is a fucking fantasy


I stole the rice from the beggar′s 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 all 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
(Around, around, around, around)
Take me to the hall of filthy faces
(Around, around, around, around)

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

(Yeah, come on, come on!)
Take me to the pit of celebrity pregancies
(Yeah come on, come on, come on!)
I wanna wear the skin of a magazine baby
(Yeah, come on, come on!)
Take me to the pit of celebrity pregancies
(Yeah come on, come on, come on!)
The five o'clock news is a fucking fantasy


And I′ve payed 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
Yeah I've done my division
And I′ve done my division
Trash into trash equals trash flavored trash