all your junk is on the floor
And all you want is more and more
Blowing all your power to change,
All the cheap toys in the world won't save
you from a miserable existence
Red guns and plastic flash, baby,
here comes tomorrow's trash
Hit the gas and you're go
The world's going spastic
And your phony tinker toys
Just like you and one of the boys,
Well, you can buy it if you want to
But you can't drive it away today
You're stuck inside a miserable existence
Baby, here comes tomorrow's trash
and you're going nowhere fast
The world's going spastic
It's those crummy, moments
Your reason for existence
Reg gans and plastic flash
Baby, here comes tomorrow's trash
Hit the gas and you're going
Reggans and plastic flash
Baby, here comes tomorrow's trash
Hit the gas and you're going
The world's going spastic
Covered with gas and plastic
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