Like a toupee on a fading fame,
Final whistle in a losing game,
Thick lipstick on a five year old girl,
Makes you think that�s it�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 there�s nothing you can do,
You�re trying to walk like giants but your wearing pluto�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 won�t end in darkness it�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 can�t breathe the air through the thickness of the smell,
And you can�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 won�t end in darkness it�ll end in family fun,
With coca-cola clouds behind a big-mac sun.