Plastic Man, You're The Devil - Pink Mountaintops

The soldiers are playing with corpses

to the marching drum

Fly low silver bombers

under the heat from our troubled sun

The men with machines and the filth parade

get wise to your sanity

Yeah, yeah you can’t faze me

I’m living outside, I’m free

Yeah, yeah you can’t faze me

I’m living outside, I’m free

Plastic man, you’re the devil

Satan is your son

Axis of evol

we won’t smoke that shit you’re on

Mary can’t save you

and Jesus won’t take your hand

To your land of salvation

from the fires of hell

So bad news for you, baby

we’re through with your war-time plans

Newsmen and orderlies

have cleansed you of their hands

I wish I could save you

'cause God-damn, I’m a peace-loving man

Plastic man, you’re the devil

You just couldn’t understand

Yeah, plastic man, you’re the devil

You just couldn’t understand

The soldiers are playing with corpses

to the marching drum

Fly low silver bombers

under the heat from our troubled sun

The men with machines and the filth parade

get wise to your sanity

Yeah, yeah you can’t faze me

I’m living outside, I’m free

Yeah, yeah you can’t faze me

I’m living outside, I’m free