Plastic (Fantastic)

PineWalls

There is no method to your madness, it's tragic
Your kitchen is always on fire
Dancing atop the flames of a new one

She piles atop her pyre
Alright, alright

Another new year to swear off a bad habit
Sometimes you just got to have it
Cashless, paper mattress
I need some matches
Cigarette ashes
Totally Plastic
Plastic

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