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Josh Cruddas
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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
Writer(s): Chris George
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