Iggy Pop — Plastic & Concrete

Plastic & concrete, baby, these are the facts of life I'm a nightmare child stuck on my own knife I'm glad my mother loved me, I'm sick & paranoid The hotel generater hums into the void of plastic & concrete (Yeah) Plastic & concrete, baby, I gotta learn to slow down Somethin new from chemistry is jackin my brain around I have got the plastic and I have got the stone Out there in the suburbs I learned to be alon in plastic & concrete Plastic & concrete sandwich, you'd like to eat me But later you'll reject me, I'm too much to bite off The salad on my outside is made of suicide The guy who squirts my mayonnaise is on a one-way ride In plastic & concrete, plastic & concrete Plastic & concrete, plastic & concrete