Plastic man (J. Fabricatore, r.davis)

plastic man, plastic man wooden smile concrete pulse and cellophane hands
coming after me and you know I can't stand the plastic army
army of darkness, army of light - parking lot battlefield painted in stripes
my pockets are tied up with so many strings and it's bleeding my dry

maybe this is the best that it's ever gonna get tonight
and that's alright, alright from where I stand... plastic man

maybe you misread your name in the stars
it may be suprising to see where you are when you open your eyes
that you've held shut so tight- wish that you may, wish that you might
tangled in trouble, all I could hold
close to the edge, far from the road that i set out on a handful of heartbreaks ago
a little less bitter a little less slow
at the end of the day when I settle down, one thought keeps hanging around

maybe this is the best that it's ever gonna get tonight
and that's alright, alright from where I stand... plastic man