Plastique – D.R.I. – letras

I think of things that bring people downI’m the type of person no one wants aroundEveryone stares at me wherever I goThey all suck, what do they know?They’re living inside a designer worldA fresh and clean pretty little worldReality to them is a new pair of shoesAnd trying ten pair before they chooseI think of things that bring people downOut of the clouds and back to the groundWhere the fish lie belly up in black waterWhere the boy next door is fucking your dogYour living inside a plastique worldSlick and modern pseudo worldWhere what you want is what you getPackage after package of plastique shit