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