Plastique

I think of things that bring people down
I'm the type of person no one wants around
Everyone stares at me wherever I go
They all suck, what do they know?
They're living inside a designer world
A fresh and clean pretty little world
Reality to them is a new pair of shoes
And trying ten pair before they choose

I think of things that bring people down
Out of the clouds and back to the ground
Where the fish lie belly up in black water