I've spent
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twenty-two years in this zoo of broken faces.
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Parents, and school children watch me sit on this neon nest, naked.
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There's a girl in a cage,
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making love to a switchblade.
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There's a man behind bars,
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milking abandoned cars.
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There's a priest in shackles,
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building bombs out of bibles.
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And piano wire vines and the men in the pines.
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That spin round, and round, and round, and round, and round.
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(come on, come on!)
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Take me to the pit of celebrity pregnancies.
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(come on, come on, come on!)
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I wanna wear the skin of a magazine baby.
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(come on, come on!)
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Take me to the pit of celebrity pregnancies
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(come on, come on, come on!)
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the five o'clock news is a fucking fantasy.
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I stole the rice from the beggar's death bowl
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in this zoo of broken faces.
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I told a widow that she was beautiful,
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when half of her smile was missing.
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And I've done all my addition;
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gun plus gun equals bang bang bang.
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And I've done my division;
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trash into trash equals trash flavored trash.
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I wanna see more dirty places
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(Around, around, around, around, around)
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Take me to the hall of filthy faces
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(Around, around, around, around, around)
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There's a girl behind chicken wire coughing up ghosts.
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There's a housewife in a cage, that vacuums all day.
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There's a boy in a toupee speaking in resumes.
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And the teeth-heads with no eyes
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on the carousel rides that spin
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round and round and round and round and round.
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and, I've payed my admission.
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and, I've paid my submission.
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and, I've seen the petition.
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and, I've done my addition.
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and, I've done my division.
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yeah, I've done my division.
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I've done my division;
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trash into trash equals trash flavored trash.
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Trash Flavored Trash
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| The Blood Brothers |
