Big Trash - Thompson Twins

Big Trash

Big Trash

It’s a nightmare, a virgin’s dream

On the back seat of a limousine

It’s the fairy lights that light up your hair

It’s the matt black leather dresses that you wear

Big Trash

Oh Big Trash

People paying hard cash

Yeah Yeah

For big trash

Lipstick kisses on your breasts

Dirty Chandeliers from a million cigarettes

Picasso in a Japanese department store

The way you giggle and squeal for more

And photographs of the pope in bed

With uptown girls trying to get some head

Finding heaven in the Riz hotel

Then throw yourself down in a wishing well

(REPEAT CHORUS)

The Empire State, the Holy Grail

Good old England is up for sale

And giant flags and Uncle Sam

Hey honey, the ole boy is a dirty old man

Fire bombs and lotsa guns

Bang bang you’re dead in the name of love

Yeah it’s every little thing that you want it to be

It looks so good but never comes free

(REPEAT CHORUS x 2)