Trash Flavored Trash

Trash Flavored Trash Lyrics

Song	Trash Flavored Trash
Artist	The Blood Brothers
Album	Crimes
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	作曲 : 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.
	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.
	I've done my division;
	trash into trash equals trash flavored trash.

	zuo qu : Blood Brothers
	I' ve spent
	twentytwo 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 teethheads with no eyes
	on the carousel rides that spin
	round and round and round and round and round.
	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.
	I' ve done my division
	trash into trash equals trash flavored trash.

	zuò qǔ : Blood Brothers
	I' ve spent
	twentytwo 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 teethheads with no eyes
	on the carousel rides that spin
	round and round and round and round and round.
	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.
	I' ve done my division
	trash into trash equals trash flavored trash.

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