Trash Flavored Trash — The Blood Brothers: letras e videoclipes das músicas e shows

The Blood Brothers

Trash Flavored Trash

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Trash Flavored Trash foi lançado em 12 de outubro de 2004 por Epitaph como parte do álbum Crimes (Bonus Track Version)

Informações da música

ÁlbumCrimes (Bonus Track Version)

Data de lançamento12 de outubro de 2004

SeloEpitaph

Melodicidade

Acusticidade

Valence

Dançabilidade

Energia

BPM60

RESUMO

LETRA

Créditos

INTERPRETAÇÃO

The Blood Brothers

The Blood Brothers

Interpretação

COMPOSIÇÃO E LETRA

Mark Gajadhar

Composição

Johnny Whitney

Letra

Jordan Blilie

Composição

Cody Votolato

Composição

Morgan Henderson

Morgan Henderson

Composição

PRODUÇÃO E ENGENHARIA

John Goodmanson

John Goodmanson

Engenharia (mixagem)

Kip Beelman

Engenharia

Brian Gardner

Engenharia (masterização)

Letra

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 fucking fantasy

I stole the 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

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

(Yeah, come on, come on!)

Take me to the pit of celebrity pregancies

(Yeah come on, come on, come on!)

I wanna wear the skin of a magazine baby

(Yeah, come on, come on!)

Take me to the pit of celebrity pregancies

(Yeah come on, come on, come on!)

The five o'clock news is a fucking fantasy

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

And I've done my division

Trash into trash equals trash flavored trash

Written by: Cody Votolato, Johnny Whitney, Jordan Blilie, Mark Gajadhar, Morgan Henderson

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