I walked along the road today, the pavement way above my head. The people passing didn't notice me, I might just as well be dead. And though the sun was shining down, I don't care. Plastic kisses, plastic love. Going to a paper station, riding on a cardboard train. Paying artificial money to a man who's only made of air. When you look at him there's nothing there. Plastic kisses, plastic love. Painted houses made of yellow. Doesn't matter though it can be glossy. Heavy roofs on muddy water. Has turned up a poet's dream. Did you hear the dying poet's scream? Plastic kisses, plastic love.
