Lyrics:

This particular pop-oriented song describes the lies and so-called facts that the media makes to cover up America’s troubled inner trashiness.

The Blood Bros performed this song on Jimmy Kimmel Live.I spent
22 years in this zoo of broken faces
The parents and 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
Milking abandoned cars
There's a priest in shackles
Makin' bombs outta' bibles
And piano wire vines, and the men in the pines that spin
Round and 'round and 'round and 'round!
YEAHHH!
C'mon, C'mon!
Take me to the pit of celebrity pregnancies!
OH 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!
OH YEAHHH!
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon
The five o'clock news is 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 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
Round and round and round and round and round!
Take me to the hall of filthy faces
Round and round and round and round and round!
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 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
YEAHHH!
C'mon, C'mon!
Take me to the pit of celebrity pregnancies!
OH 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!
OH YEAHHH!
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon
The five o'clock news is fucking fantasy!

And I've paid 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:
And I've done my division:
And I've done my division:
Trash into trash equals trash flavored trash