You were an only child
But not the only one to believe
That it's a lonely life
When you only ever wake up to leave

And when you're down, you're down
And I don't want you hanging around
So I try to spell it out
Cause one too many is a crowd

A story told, you're bought, I was never much fun
Never thought the truth could hold a torch to the sun

Is there an end in sight,
Or are we heading for an open road?
How can we turn out right,
When wrong's the only way that we know?

And when you're down, you're down
And I don't want you hanging around
So I try to spell it out
Cause one too many is a crowd

A story told, you're bought, I was never much fun
Never thought the truth could hold a torch to the sun
And now we're shooting off our plastic guns
Ooh
Making out the war was won

A story told, you're bought, I was never much fun
Never thought the truth could hold a torch to the sun
And now we're shooting off our plastic guns
Ooh
Making out the war was won
Ooh
Ooh


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Plastic Guns song meanings
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