Plastic Sun



Plastic Girl With Plastic Gun

Plastic Smile Under Plastic Sun

You Burn My Heart W/yr Frigid Stare

Rip Me Off W/yr Greasey Hair

I Hate You And Yr Fishy Friends

I Hate You And It Never Ends



Tired Of The Times I Wound Up Dead

Tired Of Thedogs Inside Yr Head

Tired Of The Needles Beside Yr Bed

Tired Of The Crap You Keep Me Fed

Tired Of The People You Keep Misled

Yr Blood Is Turning My Blue Eyes Red

Get Yr Hands Off My Tomato

Cherry Juice On A Rotten Potato

Subway Slasher Is On My Ass

Steals My Money And Smokes My Grass

Watch Yr Back Or Yr Dead Meat Baby

Throw The Dog A Bone + You Still Get Rabies.

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Lyrics: Kim Gordon

Sonic Youth - Murray Street (2002)