I cripple the cage,
The structure starts colapsing,
The suits taylor made,
It's the only one that fits me,
Did I make the grade,
I feel the pressure that my bed is already made,
So I guess I'll lie in the grave I made
And decompose...
Those plastic coated people
Are out to get you...
So save yourself now
Or stay, fight and die...
I'm not afraid,
But I'm a slave to this rat race,
Always wanting more,
Until my cup is more full then the next guy's,
I'll keep scraping away,
I'll keep digging my grave,
Like a blade to my vein,
Cutting and scraping and carving my life away,
Until I just can't take anymore...
Those plastic coated people want to sacrifice you...
This is the slow dyeing process,
Until death...
This is over
Those plastic coated people
are on to you
You know your life is over,
Those plastic coated people
are on to you
This is nothing
To the pain you'll feel
Cut, cut it, cut, cut the cord...

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The Plastic People song meanings
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