Plastic music in the street –plastic food behind glass
The smell of plastic heat –like a thought that never was
I’m looking for the station –I wanna find some sex
Two people are debating –amid statues of wax

It’s a plastic world –plastic world

Plastic light touches my skin –a disco opens up
I leave the people pouring in –like mice into a trap
I finally find my nightclub –not a mouse within a mile
I slowly walk inside –I look around and hide –a smile

It’s a plastic world –plastic world
A plastic world –plastic world


(c) Tekst en muziek:  Erwin Radjinder