| Words/Music – Rand Anderson |
| the clock strikes 11 time for the news turn on the tube and fry a coaxial grouch asleep on the couch watching the world go bycheezy and sleazy you point and then snicker through perfect white teeth and a fake plastic smile those polymer walls are built out of prozac I can see clear through your scrambled lifestyleall them plastic people melting neath the sun superficial nuts and flakes pretending their somenoneyou critique creation well here my two cents its easy to speak with no art of your own small talk and big hair so structured and shallow dont try to tell me whats already knownall them plastic people melting neath the sun superficial nuts and flakes pretending their somenonethey fancy champagne and diamonds gold and satin lace waltzing round the party with too much makeup on their face posing for fashion like pets on parade a designer drug trendy with an all star walk and the behind the back talk a country club wannabeeall them plastic people melting neath the sun superficial nuts and flakes pretending their somenone all them plastic people melting neath the sun they worry bout their image instaed of having fun |
