White Trash Circus

(álbum: Saints Of Los Angeles - 2008)

[Written By Sixx / Mars / Michael / Ashba / Frederiksen]

I opened up the bottle and I fell out of bed
I couldn't find the floor until it hit me in the head
I did a little powder off the bathroom sink
It's been about a month something's starting to stink
Me and the band we are starting to fight
Cause if we got along it just wouldn't feel right

[Chorus:]
We're the white trash circus...Don't give a damn
We'll steal your girl whenever we can
We're the drunken gods of the living dead
We're the voice, we're the voice
We're the voice in your head
We're the trash, we're the trash
We're the trash in your bed

Been living on the road about a year and a half
If we go another mile we're gonna kick each other's ass
Someone's gonna quit or someone's gonna die
And we don't give a shit because we're busy getting' high
Another lawsuit and another arrest
Wouldn't change a thing because we love it to death

[Chorus]

[Solo]

We're the son's of the devil, were the blood on the stage
You can love us you can hate us but we'll never go away...

[Chorus]