Plastic Chair - Virgin Suicide

Waiting for another way

The sun just won’t reflect the light when drawn into my eyes

Waiting for the train to come

It’s 4 PM, it’s dark, the tracks, they tempt my weary eyes

I swear I’ll turn myself to money, there’s nothing I want

Just get me off of this plastic chair

It’s my goodbye voice, I’ll waltz into the well-known

Money really matter, I yield, I yield

So take this sword and cut my head off

Oh, watch it roll over nothingness

Watch it roll over mountains

Let it scream in your ears

Let it fly over cities

Would buy a car if I could drive

I’d go from one art gallery to another with a slanted view

It’s a sport, haven’t you noticed?

My social worker sounds just like an analyst from NBA

Oh, it’s not your deal, your conscience all clean

It’s my mood that swings like a weathervane

They just don’t fit these shoes on mountain range

Just throw me on the desired path

So take this sword and cut my head off

Oh, watch it roll over nothingness

Watch it roll over mountains

Let it scream in your ears

I swear I’ll turn myself to money, there’s nothing I want

Just get me off of this plastic chair

It’s my goodbye voice, I’ll waltz into the well-known

Money really matter, I yield, I yield

So take this sword and cut my head off

Oh, watch it roll over nothingness

Watch it roll over mountains

Let it scream in your ear

Let it fly over cities