Pop Music Diarrhoea

i know you are like me

we are the same in fact

still of a different kind

but can we take it back

evolution made its way

the righteous is the freak

the strongest will survive

now everyone is weak

we eat the shit that's served

costs only sixteen bucks

wrapped up in plastic bags

must be the perfect luck

but i cannot breathe like this

i have it up to here

look at the lipstick crowd

pop music diarrhoea

is there a place for me

down at your new age store

between some piercing rings

and another trendy bore

your breasts are filled with plastic

and plastic is your mind

aged fifteen, life is tough

an exit you can't find

come daddy pay my bills

i have to have it all

i don't care where you stand

when it comes to the big fall

but i'll stand pumped up on drugs

with a gun in my hand

in a small town shopping mall

smiling, waiting for the end

have you seen us

it's time for war

plastic venus

is on the fall

hey boy, look in the mirror

a trademark is what you are

i wish you'd burn yourself down

burn down your house and car

a smile that seems amorphous

pressed into tiny pills

you never dig on drugs

as long as they down kill

this cannot be my species

this cannot be my time

your new world may be so brave

but i'm on the other side

seeing you, it makes me sick

i feel the gun in my hand

your uniforms are coloured

but you're a fascist in my head

have you seen us

it's time for war

plastic venus

soon will fall

that's why i hide inside my shell