Trash Flavored Trash

(专辑： Crimes - 2004)

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

Yeah! C'mon, c'mon!
Take me to the pit of celebrity pregnancies
Yeah! C'mon, c'mon, c'mon!
I want to wear the skin of a magazine baby
Yeah! C'mon, c'mon!
Take me to the pit of celebrity pregnancies
Yeah! C'mon, c'mon, c'mon!
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

Yeah! C'mon, c'mon!
Take me to the pit of celebrity pregnancies
Yeah! C'mon, c'mon, c'mon!
I want to wear the skin of a magazine baby
Yeah! C'mon, c'mon!
Take me to the pit of celebrity pregnancies
Yeah! C'mon, c'mon, c'mon!
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