Rage of Plastics

It was the rage of plastics, I was 24
 I was doing my time on the dancefloor
 It was all polyester and leopard print
 And Fabergé coming off the ladies
 I know it's a blight to the brightest how our designs unseam
 Like the backside of some skirt in some old man's dream
 I got caught putting off all my traveling plans
 For this refinery job and his maybes
 With hair in ribbons, stockings in runs
 Fashion bricks out of the breaks as they come
 Land goes for less downwind of the plant
 There's no telling how long you'll be paying
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 There are scores of us born in the silent spring
 Whose wombs won't take, won't bear anything
 He had want for a daughter, and I had want for a son
 Now I rock my moon faced man like one
 Was it the river on fire that made us what we became?
 Was it the cup that we drank from, or what it contained?
 Does it move to the beat of the oil drums
 Or flow out of our eyes as we're wailing?
 And I see it rise in ribbons to the clouds overhung
 Just to spit back down on everyone
 Land goes for less downwind of the plant
 There's no telling how long you'll be paying
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 I have tried to be patient as I've been made nurse
 Get some help from the percs of my devotion's curse
 And I know, yeah, I know the man's pain is much worse
 For the moon and his grace are now waning
 You say the first one now will later be last
 My faith in scripture's come to pass
 Na I won't play dumb
 I'm done trying to sweeten this load
 And you give me a ribbon, you tell me to run
 To land my legs to your narcissus fund
 But land still goes for less downwind of the plant
 Making this living just brings about dying
 I got a rage of plastics, the refinery floor
 I got a rage of plastics, got nothing more
 Now I won't play dumb and I'm done lying
 Making this living just brings about dying
 But land still goes for less downwind of the plant
 Making this living just brings about dying
 Making this living just brings about dying
 Making this living just brings about dying