Plastic Man, You're The Devil

The soldiers are playing with corpses
to the marching drum
Fly low silver bombers
under the heat from our troubled sun
The men with machines and the filth parade
get wise to your sanity
Yeah, yeah you can’t faze me
I’m living outside, I’m free
Yeah, yeah you can’t faze me
I’m living outside, I’m free
Plastic man, you’re the devil
Satan is your son
Axis of evol
we won’t smoke that shit you’re on
Mary can’t save you
and Jesus won’t take your hand
To your land of salvation
from the fires of hell
So bad news for you, baby
we’re through with your war-time plans
Newsmen and orderlies
have cleansed you of their hands
I wish I could save you
'cause God-damn, I’m a peace-loving man
Plastic man, you’re the devil
You just couldn’t understand
Yeah, plastic man, you’re the devil
You just couldn’t understand
The soldiers are playing with corpses
to the marching drum
Fly low silver bombers
under the heat from our troubled sun
The men with machines and the filth parade
get wise to your sanity
Yeah, yeah you can’t faze me
I’m living outside, I’m free
Yeah, yeah you can’t faze me
I’m living outside, I’m free