Plastic

God knows it's Sunday morning I'm sick to my stomach, working tomorrow I'll go out again this evening "Does anybody have a mattress I can borrow?" And I know that looks can be deceiving That I can be a bitter pill to swallow No there's not a single word that you say I believe in Your mind is so damn narrow And oh, dear, there's boys and girls in love you see And I've got nothing to lose here Everybody looks the same to me I think I lost my head Dreaming about some that place I'd rather be Sat at home instead Sitting on a sofa learning all my lessons from a TV And it's 3am No, my beds not such a comfortable prospect to me When your heads not on my chest as I go to sleep Oh, dear, there's boys and girls in love you see And I've got nothing to lose here Everybody looks the same to me Oh, it's such a shame That we had to go our separate ways, and I'm not gunna lose you No, I'm not gunna lose you Oh, and I feel trapped in a plastic wasteland. Fucked up and fed up of feeling facedown I need to get out To get out of this town Oh, and I feel trapped in a plastic wasteland. Fucked up and fed up of feeling facedown I need to get out To get out of this town Oh, I need to get out!