歌词
Is it kitsch to consume a bucket of sick?
Record's ten, bet you I can do it in six
It's a weird skill to have as a party trick
The things we do just to get a kick
Ahh
Nothing changes when we're naked
Like a pair of red plastic party cups
We're designed to slot together
We're all the same height lying down
Take a urinal cake
And use it to sweeten your tea
Piss slushy with a plastic straw
Textural harmony for plastic music
Plastic music for plastic dancers
Plastic dancers for unknown pleasures
You're no Equipment Smith
Weaponised plasticism is wherever the cuffs are rolled and the cups are old muck
Beware the belated coming of the plastic horsemen of the apocalypse
Sing Hosannah to the king of kings
When Funko Pop Jesus rides again
Do you wanna be recycled?
'Cos I do
I found keys that our locks just don't fit
And I knew something was off when we last kissed
I could taste in your mouth unfamiliar spit
Now I'm just a bucket of sick
Aah
Careful or I just might deconstruct your world
Careful or I just might deconstruct your world
Careful or I just might deconstruct your world
Careful or I just might deconstruct your world
Careful or I just might deconstruct your world