Styrofoam Songtext
von Plain Ride

i see
jet planes
fly with all the lights off
the blue sky
underneath
their lead bellies turn black
could be good
could be bad
it′s your turn
i see
freight trains
bridges and franchisers
t-shirts
opinions doomsday every tuesday
could be good
could be bad
it's your turn
they lived on the hillside
they were so brave they could slave anybody below
they made a good business
out of the skins of the weak and the bones of the strong
they made a fortune
but they got bored they ensured they would blow up it all
and say
i don′t like it
i don't like anymore


i see skeletons
dancing
love boats
sinking
i see a wall of fire
it's the skyline
i see styrofoam
and plastic
it′s all right
beth we are lost here
so let′s go walking the same path all over again
guess we could stop here
but there's a hair in my eye it keeps me troubled all night
your dad is a big shot
but he can′t help us today we are too far away
from home