Luyện nghe bài hát Trash Flavored Trash

I've
twenty-two years in this zoo of faces.
Parents, and school watch me sit on this neon nest, naked.

a girl in a cage,
making to a switchblade.
There's a man bars,
milking cars.
a priest in shackles,
building out of bibles.
And piano wire and the men in the pines.
spin round, and round, and round, and round, and round.

(come on, on!)
me to the pit of celebrity pregancies.
(come on, come on, on!)
I wanna the skin of a magazine baby.
(come on, on!)
me to the pit of celebrity pregancies
(come on, come on, on!)
the five o'clock is a fucking fantasy.

I stole the from the beggar's death bowl
in zoo of broken faces.
I told a that she was beautiful,
half of her smile was missing.
And I've all my addition;
gun plus gun equals bang bang.
And done my division;
into trash equals trash flavored trash.

I wanna see dirty places
(Around, around, around, around, around)
me to the hall of filthy faces
(Around, around, around, around, around)

There's a girl behind wire coughing up ghosts.
There's a housewife in a cage, that all day.
There's a boy in a toupee in resumes.
And the teeth-heads with no
on the carousel that spin
round and and round and round and round.

and, payed my admission.
and, paid my submission.
and, I've the petition.
and, I've my addition.
and, I've my division.
yeah, I've my division.
I've my division;
trash into equals trash flavored trash.