Plastique - D.R.I.

I think of things that bring people down

I’m the type of person no one wants around

Everyone stares at me wherever I go

They all suck, what do they know?

They’re living inside a designer world

A fresh and clean pretty little world

Reality to them is a new pair of shoes

And trying ten pair before they choose

I think of things that bring people down

Out of the clouds and back to the ground

Where the fish lie belly up in black water

Where the boy next door is fucking your dog

Your living inside a plastique world

Slick and modern pseudo world

Where what you want is what you get

Package after package of plastique shit