Plastic and 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 and paranoid

The hotel generator

Hums into the void

Of plastic and concrete

plastic and concrete, baby

I gotta learn to slow down

Something new from chemistry

Is jacking my brain around

I have got the plastic

And I have got the stone

Out there in the suburbs

I learned to be alone

In plastic and concrete

plastic and 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 and concrete

Plastic and concrete