Trash Flavored Trash Songtext

YEEEEAH.

There's a girl in a cage,

makin' love to a switchblade.

There's a girl behind bars,

milk abandoned cars.

There's a priest in shackles,

makin' bombs outta' bibles.

A piano wire vine, men in the pines!

It goes 'round and 'round and 'round and 'round!


YEAHHH!

C'mon,C'mon!

Take me to the pit of celebrity pregnancy!

YEAHHH!

C'mon,c'mon,c'mon

I want to wear the skin of a magazine, baby!

YEAHHH!

C'mon,c'mon

Take me to the pit of celebrity pregnancies!

YEAHHH!

C'mon,c'mon,c'mon

the five o'clock news is 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 a chicken wire

coughing up ghosts.

There's a housewife in a cage

that vacuums all day.

There's a boy in toupee

speaking resume's.

And the teeth-heads with no eyes on the carousel rides that spin

round and round and round and round and round.



I've played my mission.

I've paid my submission.

I've seen the petition.

I've done my addition.

And I've done my division:

trash into trash equals trash flavored trash.