The Blood Brothers — Trash Flavored Trash: тексты песен, клипы и концерты

The Blood Brothers

Trash Flavored Trash

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Трек «Trash Flavored Trash» вышел в 12 октября 2004 г. г. на альбоме « » (лейбл «Epitaph»)Crimes (Bonus Track Version)

Информация о песне

АльбомCrimes (Bonus Track Version)

Дата релиза12 октября 2004 г.

ЛейблEpitaph

Мелодичность

Акустичность

Валанс

Танцевальность

Энергия

BPM60

ОБЗОР

СЛОВА

Создатели

ИСПОЛНИТЕЛИ

The Blood Brothers

The Blood Brothers

Исполнитель

МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА

Mark Gajadhar

Композитор

Johnny Whitney

Тексты песен

Jordan Blilie

Композитор

Cody Votolato

Композитор

Morgan Henderson

Morgan Henderson

Композитор

ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ

John Goodmanson

John Goodmanson

Миксинг-инженер

Kip Beelman

Инженер

Brian Gardner

Мастеринг-инженер

Слова

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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