Thompson Twins - Big Trash lyrics

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 Ooh big trash People paying hard cash Yeah Yeah For big trash Lipstick kisses on your breasts Dirty Chandeliers from a million cigarettes Pica**o 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 Ritz hotel Then throw yourself down in a wishing well Big trash Ooh big trash People paying hard cash Yeah Yeah For big trash 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 Big trash Ooh big trash People paying hard cash Yeah Yeah For big trash Big trash Ooh big trash People paying hard cash Yeah Yeah For big trash