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Josh Cruddas
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Chris George
Chris George
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City made of plastic, only pretty people at the bar Don't even try to mask it, only like me 'cause I have a car You bend like an elastic, anything to be a star Put away the plastic, girl show me who you really are Show me who you really are Formed out of plastic, and cast out of porcelain It's backwards, all actors and placards exorbitant Not back in the back woods, we're speaking like Sorkin did Trapped killer whales collapsed with our dorsal fins Inject endorphins in, Look Ma I'm morphing in A cavalcade of cattle, a cannibal caught a form to fit Can't go home, Can't blend in But I can't keep smiling or idling, or I'ma forfeit it Every body from a gym, where the weather's nice but you feel the thunder Town that trades in sin, but it masquerades as a place of wonder City lights turn dim, when you strip away and you see what's under Peel the silver skin, and find your way back home City made of plastic, only pretty people at the bar Don't even try to mask it, only need me 'cause I have a car Bend like an elastic, anything to be a star Put away the plastic, girl show me who you really are Show me who you really are To all the "artists" and partisan martyrs, harvesting Opinions from the ominous and oddest of arbiters Ima promise you, honest, that Odd's no less an artisan But I won't back down, till I'm frozen in Carbonite Underneath, I'm a beast, best believe, heart beats And I bleed as I be, All HAM, no beans So take the silver out the Silver Streets Cause it reeks, when police don't protect the meek I want a freak, not this plastic catastrophe Another half-assed chastity strategy Another tragic Academy Casualty Casually casting out clichés and atrophy Pull out the cavity, drop the thoughtlessness Being spotless is not this, stop this Carbon copy occupant, occupying the occulus Of a common mediocrity hashtag consciousness Every body from a gym, where the weather's nice but you feel the thunder Town that trades in sin, but it masquerades as a place of wonder City lights turn dim, when you strip away and you see what's under Peel the silver skin, and find your way back home City made of plastic, all the pretty people at the bar Don't even try to mask it, only need me 'cause I have a car You bend like an elastic, anything to be a star Put away the plastic, girl show me who you really are Show me who you really are City made of plastic, only pretty people at the bar Don't even try to mask it, only like me 'cause I have a car You bend like an elastic, anything to be a star Put away the plastic, girl show me who you really are Show me who you really are Show me who you really are Show me who you really are Show me who you really are
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