Plastic And Concrete - Iggy Pop

Plastic & concrete, baby, these are the facts of life

I’m a nightmare child stuck on my own knife

I’m glad my mother loved me, I’m sick & paranoid

The hotel generater hums into the void of plastic & concrete

(Yeah)

Plastic & concrete, baby, I gotta learn to slow down

Somethin new from chemistry is jackin my brain around

I have got the plastic and I have got the stone

Out there in the suburbs I learned to be alon in plastic & concrete

Plastic & concrete sandwich, you’d like to eat me

But later you’ll reject me, I’m too much to bite off

The salad on my outside is made of suicide

The guy who squirts my mayonnaise is on a one-way ride

In plastic & concrete, plastic & concrete

Plastic & concrete, plastic & concrete