I've spent 22 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 man behind bars milking abandoned cars.    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.       Take me to the pit of celebrity pregnancies.    I want to wear the skin of a magazine baby.    Take me to the pit of celebrity pregnancies.    The five o'clock news is a fucking fantasy.       I stole 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.    Take me to the hall of filthy faces.       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 teeth-heads with no eyes on the carousel rides    that spin round and round and round and round and round.       I've paid my submission.    I've seen the petition.    I've done my addition.    And I've done the division:    trash into trash equals trash flavored trash.