Thompson Twins - Big Trash Lyrics
It's a nightmare, a virgin's dreamOn the back seat of a limousineIt's the fairy lights that light up your hairIt's the matt black leather dresses that you wear(chorus)Big TrashOh Big TrashPeople paying hard cashYeah YeahFor big trashLipstick kisses on your breastsDirty Chandeliers from a million cigarettesPicasso in a Japanese department storeThe way you giggle and squeal for moreAnd photographs of the pope in bedWith uptown girls trying to get some headFinding heaven in the Riz hotelThen throw yourself down in a wishing well(REPEAT CHORUS)The Empire State, the Holy GrailGood old England is up for saleAnd giant flags and Uncle SamHey honey, the ole boy is a dirty old manFire bombs and lotsa gunsBang bang you're dead in the name of loveYeah it's every little thing that you want it to beIt looks so good but never comes free(REPEAT CHORUS x 2