The Blood Brothers - Trash Flavored Trash (live at Reading Festival 2005) lyrics

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 f**ing fantasy I stole the rice from the beggar's d**h 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