Plastic Paradise

My sister's mister tricked her into falling in love
Rye whiskey mixed with Coca Cola's never enough
Loose lips sink ships, if you come with a secret better keep it
Don't roll your soul in holy water just to make up

Living in a plastic paradise
You gotta die to feel alive
Nothing takes the tired from your eyes
Oh shake the pillbox in your mind promise me
promise me, everything's alright In your plastic paradise

The streetlights, beat like heat right down on us from above
Tall palm tree rows, down endless roads, you've never heard of
Paint drips from lips,
if you've come for a kiss, you're better need it
Don't lose your mind, trying to find a fix for your love

Living in a plastic paradise
You gotta die to feel alive
Nothing takes the tired from your eyes
Oh shake the pillbox in your mind

I promise you promise you,
everything's alright In your plastic paradise

I've rolled that dice
A thousand times
Your perfect life
Your pretty lies
Living in a plastic paradise

You gotta die to feel alive
Nothing takes the tired from your eyes
Oh shake the pillbox in your mind

I promise you promise you,
everything's alright In your plastic paradise



Credits
Writer(s): Coyle Girelli, Arleigh Kincheloe, Robert Matschullat
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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