Mars

plastic bags and magazines,
silly faces fucked up dreams,
yellow slippers and blue jeans,
it's crazy.

plastic bags and magazines,
silly faces, fucked up dreams,
they can't put my soul at ease it's crazy.
swallowed by the city lights,
gulped down by those endless nights,
strangers mingling with my mind,
ears are deaf, eyes are blind.

let me rest a while,
dont give me that phony smile.
Give it up, close the file,
just let me breathe.
plastic bags and magazines...
drugged, cold, comatose narcoleptic, overdosed;
baby dont you get too close,
I just cant stand it.
Let me rest a while dont give me that phony smile give it up and close the file sunset in my eyes plastic bags...