Rage Of Plastics Lyrics - U.s. Girls

It was the rage of plastics, I was 24 

I was doing my time on the dancefloor 

It was all polyester and leopard print 

And Fabergé coming off the ladies 

I know it's a blight to the brightest how our designs unseam 

Like the backside of some skirt in some old man's dream 

I got caught putting off all my traveling plans 

For this refinery job and his maybes 

With hair in ribbons, stockings in runs 

Fashion bricks out of the breaks as they come 

Land goes for less downwind of the plant 

There's no telling how long you'll be paying 

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There are scores of us born in the silent spring 

Whose wombs won't take, won't bear anything 

He had want for a daughter, and I had want for a son 

Now I rock my moon faced man like one 

Was it the river on fire that made us what we became? 

Was it the cup that we drank from, or what it contained? 

Does it move to the beat of the oil drums 

Or flow out of our eyes as we're wailing? 

And I see it rise in ribbons to the clouds overhung 

Just to spit back down on everyone 

Land goes for less downwind of the plant 

There's no telling how long you'll be paying 

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I have tried to be patient as I've been made nurse 

Get some help from the percs of my devotion's curse 

And I know, yeah, I know the man's pain is much worse 

For the moon and his grace are now waning 

You say the first one now will later be last 

My faith in scripture's come to pass 

Na I won't play dumb 

I'm done trying to sweeten this load 

And you give me a ribbon, you tell me to run 

To land my legs to your narcissus fund 

But land still goes for less downwind of the plant 

Making this living just brings about dying 

I got a rage of plastics, the refinery floor 

I got a rage of plastics, got nothing more 

Now I won't play dumb and I'm done lying 

Making this living just brings about dying 

But land still goes for less downwind of the plant 

Making this living just brings about dying 

Making this living just brings about dying 

Making this living just brings about dying