The Plastic Museum

And insulin and television fill my head, yeah
I’m not so great at what i once thought was my best
So bring the doubles in, groom them for whatever’s in
It’s always easy to pretend

And i’ll fail (x6)
And i’ll

And all the whores on the television share their bed
I’m not so sure i ever belonged there instead
So bring the liars in, take my soul to sell for them
And let the corporations win

And i’ll fail (x15)
And i’ll