I'm eternally grateful To my past influences
But they will not free me I have no disease
All the people ask me How I wrote Plastic Man
Life should be full of love
And love should be full of love
It's full of strangeness Like a rich painting
But it gets worse day by day I'm a potential DJ
A creepy wretch A mental wretch
Everybody asks me
How I wrote Plastic Man
How I wrote Plastic Man
How I wrote Plastic Man
How I wrote Plastic Man
How I wrote Plastic Man
The soul hurts though it's well filled up
The praise receiver's mentally sent back
Or taken apart
The observer magazine just about sobs him off
E.g. self-satisfied smug
I'm living a fake
People say I'm entitled to anthrax
But I haven't wrote for ninety days
I'll get a good deal and I'll go away
Away from the empty praise that I've said
How I wrote Plastic Man
How I wrote Plastic Man
How I wrote Plastic Man
How I wrote Plastic Man
My last one was Christmas tree on the Daily Mail
An article in Leather Thighs
The only thing real is waiting and rubbing your eyes
So I resign to bed
I keep bottles and comics stuck by its head
*** it, let the beard grow
I'm too tired, I'll do it tomorrow
The bridge is sparse but in the town
In the town they'll stop me in the shoppies
Verily they'll track me down
Touch my shoulder and ignore my dumb mission
And sick red face smile
And they will ask me
And they will ask me
How I wrote Plastic Man
How I wrote Plastic Man
How I wrote Plastic Man
How I wrote Plastic Man
I wrote Plastic Man