Paroles de la chanson Plastic Fiends par The Vampire Lestat

Congratulations ‘M-m-merica
You really Babe Ruthed' it this time
Oh, straight up vampin' is so easy now
I can't tell if anythin' is even a crime anymore
(Unless you're poor!)
Congratulations to roofie and murders
To Musk man and old Vlad too
Oh, Harvey Leroy must be thrustin' in his grave
A hard-on the size of a hot air buffoon, oh

It all reminds me of somethin'
Hmm, maybe Louis XVI
Was it Antionette or Friedrich Flick who said:
“Fuck right or wrong when the cake is so sweet”

Oh-oh
Come on now, you filthy little plastic fiends
You look like Saran Wrap
And you smell like Fabreeze
I'm feelin' sick from your Chick-O-Stick
And your blood is a disease, oh-oh
Come on now, you filthy little plastic fiends
Yeah

I see you, my pretty little death-cold cucks
Sayin' how we wanna burn it all down
Well, if you got the cash I got the fuckin' gas
Could always tend to lose another 2,000 pounds
I see you, my pretty little dinosaurs
Livin' your disposable lives
Oh, there's no such thing as a meteor
When they keep eatin' all your pets and your wives, oh

This all reminds me of somethin'
Ooh, it's called a Plymouth Rock
Blankets and beads, insatiable greeds
Is anyone surprised it's nearly we're-fucked-O-clock

Oh-oh
Come on now, you filthy little plastic fiends
You look like Saran Wrap
And you smell like Fabreeze
I'm feelin' sick from your Chick-O-Stick
And your blood is a disease, oh-oh
Come on now, you filthy little plastic fiends
Oh, you look like Saran Wrap
And you smell like Fabreeze
(Oh) I'm feelin' sick from your Chick-O-Stick
And your blood is a disease, oh-oh

Come on now, you filthy little plastic fiends
Oh, come on now, you filthy little plastic fiends-ah
(Woo!)