Like the toupee on a fading fame

The final whistle in a losing game

Thick lipstick on a five year old girl

It makes you think it's a plastic world



A plastic world and we're all plastic too

Just a couple of different faces in a dead man's queue

The world is turning Disney and there's nothing you can do

You're trying to walk like giants, but you're wearing Pluto's shoes



And the answers fall easier from the barrel of a gun

Than it does from the lips of the beautiful and the dumb

The world won't end in darkness, it'll end in family fun

With Coca Cola clouds behind a Big Mac sun



A howling scream in a church asleep

Rusty bicycle in an ocean deep

Like an ear-ring on the newly born

Strong perfume on a winter's morn



The world is perfumed and we're perfumed as well

Petals from a flower that blossomed in hell

And you can't breathe the air through the thickness of the smell

And you can't see the hair through the grease of the gel



And the answers fall easier from the barrel of a gun

Than it does from the lips of the beautiful and the dumb

The world won't end in darkness, it'll end in family fun

With Coca Cola clouds behind a Big Mac sun



You say there's only one God, you could do with two or three

Your Jesus Christ is hired out, like the slag of Galilee

Well if Peter is a prostitute, then what does that make me



There's only one God

There should be two or three

One God

There should be two or three

One God

There should be two or three

Two or three