Like a toupee on a fading fame,
Final whistle in a losing game,
Thick lipstick on a five year old girl,
Makes you think thatâ??s itâ??s a plastic world.

Plastic world were all plastic too,
Just a couple of different faces in a dead-mans queue
The world is turning Disney and thereâ??s nothing you can do,
Youâ??re trying to walk like giants but your wearing Plutoâ??s shoes.

And the answers fall easier from the barrel of a gun,
Than it does from the lips of the beautiful and the dumb.
The world wonâ??t end in darkness itâ??ll end in family fun,
With Coca-Cola clouds behind a Big-Mac sun.



Howling scream in a church asleep,
Rusting bicycle in the ocean deep,
Like an earring on a newly born,
Strong perfume on a winters morn.

The world is perfumed and were perfumed as well,
Petals from a flower that blossomed in hell.
You canâ??t breathe the air through the thickness of the smell,
And you canâ??t see the hair through the grease or the gel.

And the answer falls easier from the barrel of a gun,
Than it does from the lips of the beautiful and the dumb.
The world wonâ??t end in darkness itâ??ll end in family fun,
With Coca-Cola clouds behind a Big-Mac sun.