Plastic Eyes

I'm here! Wow!
Glowing screens
This city's got soul
And shiny things

Smiles all around
Train underground
Swarming, shopping wonderland
Just popping around

They got moolah!
The Smartest phones
The newest tech, the coolest toys
And modern homes
Fashionista life
It looks so good! Oh! Oh! Oh!

Ahh there's so many temples in this town
But nobody at the shrine, shrine, shrine
Everybody's staring at their phones
With their perfect plastic eyes

So much to do
And so much to see
Catch that train, make money
Let's go shop, ring it up
Make that cash go ka-ching!

You are on the racing track
You might just have a heart attack
You're working so hard
Just to make money

And you buy things that you don't need
I think your soul is turning green
Smiling with your
Perfect plastic eyes

Shopping spree fill your cart with the brands
Gotta buy some stock and fill it up and make like 50 grand
Update status. Wow! Show your followers your glam
Gotta make a good impression, I'm a business man

Working hard, playing hard, then you go and hit the bar. Yeah!
Gearing up, Turn it up, 'cause you gotta drink 'til dawn. Yeah!
Starting shit, Getting lit, you know I'm just talking shit. Yeah!
Hey man, chill out, you know I'm just joking

Ahh this is just another global town
There's no stars up in the sky, sky, sky
Everybody's staring at their phones
With their perfect plastic eyes

So much to do
And so much to drink
Take that shot, drink it up
Start to yell, go to hell!
Make those glasses go clink!

You are on the racing track
You might just have a heart attack
You're working so hard
Just to make money

And you buy things that you don't need
I think your soul is turning green
Smiling with your
Perfect plastic eyes

Hey, look at your watch, your shoes, your car
You buy up anything, you're completely branded
Like a cow, I don't know how you stand it
You're too blind to see: You're completely

Sold. Fake. Bought. Owned
You're dumb, you're fake, you're shit, you're cloned
Just then he threw his beer and smashed it, throwing down his chair, I see his
Eyes ignite with rage and then he CHARGED AT ME!

Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!
Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!
Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!
Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!
Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!
Fight! Fight! Fight!

You are on the racing track
You might just have a heart attack
You're working so hard
Just to make money

And you buy things that you don't need
I think your soul is turning green
Smiling with your
Perfect plastic eyes

Eh, senor! Senor! Where are you from?
Los Estados Unitos
And why you want to do in Peru?
I'm just here to explore!



Credits
Writer(s): Travis Mcdonald
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