(heaton/rotheray)
Like the toupee on a fading fame
The final whistle in a losing game
Thick lipstick on a five year old girl
It makes you think its a plastic world

A plastic world and were all plastic too
Just a couple of different faces in a dead mans queue
The world is turning disney and theres nothing you can do
Youre trying to walk like giants
But youre wearing plutos shoes

And the answers fall easier from the barrel of a gun
Than it does from the lips of the beautiful and the dumb
The world wont end in darkness, itll end in family fun
With coca cola clouds behind a big mac sun

A howling scream in a church asleep
Rusty bicycle in an ocean deep
Like an ear-ring on the newly born
Strong perfume on a winters morn

The world is perfumed and were perfumed as well
Petals from a flower that blossomed in hell
And you cant breathe the air through the thickness of the smell
And you cant see the hair through the grease of the gel

And the answers fall easier from the barrel of a gun
Than it does from the lips of the beautiful and the dumb
The world wont end in darkness, itll end in family fun
With coca cola clouds behind a big mac sun

You say theres only one god, you could do with two or three
Your jesus christ is hired out, like the slag of galilee
Well if peter is a prostitute, then what does that make me

Theres only one god
There should be two or three
One god
There should be two or three
One god
There should be two or three
Two or three

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