Blood Brothers, The: Trash Flavored Trash

aus dem Album: Crimes

Songtext:
I've spent 22 years in this zoo of broken faces. Klebefolie Rot
Parents and school children watch me sit on this neon nest, naked.

There's a girl in a cage making love to a switchblade. Homepage Erstellung Leverkusen
There's a man 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 Sternzeichen
that spin round and round and round and round and round.

Take me to the pit of celebrity pregnancies. Lenormand
I want to wear the skin of a magazine baby.
Take me to the pit of celebrity pregnancies.
The five o'clock news is a fucking fantasy. Tageshoroskop

I stole 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. Steuerberater Bad Homburg
And I've done my addition:
gun plus gun equals bang, bang, bang!
And I've done my division: Wohnungsbau
trash into trash equals trash flavored trash

I wanna see more dirty places. Wohnung Kapitalanlage
Take me to the hall of filthy faces.

There's a girl behind chicken wire coughing up ghosts. Denkmalschutz Wohnung
There's a housewife in a cage that vacuums all day.
There's a boy in a toupee speaking in resumes.
And teeth-heads with no eyes on the carousel rides Online Startseite
that spin round and round and round and round and round.

I've paid my submission.
I've seen the petition.
I've done my addition.
And I've done the division:
trash into trash equals trash flavored trash.