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I spent
22 years in this zoo of broken faces.
The parents, the school children
watch me sit on this neon nest, naked.
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.
22 years in this zoo of broken faces.
The parents, the school children
watch me sit on this neon nest, naked.
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!
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!
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.
gun plus gun equals bang bang bang.
and I've done my division:
trash into trash equals trash flavored trash.
Take me to the hall of filthy faces.
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 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.
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THIS SONG IS ABOUT A DIRTY OLD MAN SITTING IN A BATHTUB FULL OF BUTTER MASTURBATING TO PICTURES OF MAIMED LITTLE CHILDREN RAPED BY RACOONS FROM SPACE/SEATTLE.
awesome awesome awesome song. can't wait to get the whole cd.
you mean buy the cd.
this song fucking rocks. I go absoluetly crazy whenever I listen to it. I can't really figure out what it means though.
This song is about the lies and stories fed to us on TV news, the chorus states so. (and Johnny Whitney said thats what it was about at one of his shows, he targeted FOX NEWS specifically)
i did mean buy. and i did so this past Tuesday.
holy crap this song makes me wanna scream and rampage everytime i hear it.
I want to wear the skin of a magazine baby...is there a comma there? because if there is it completely changes the meaning...there isn't one there in the cd sleeve
No, no comma. He means a perfect baby. Because it's about the media.
No, no comma. He means a perfect baby. Because it's about the media.
fuck the comma.
Definitely about television.