Plastic Bag کے بول

Xray Spex Germfree Adolescents Plastic Bag 1977 and we are going mad It's 1977 and we've seen to many ads 1977 and we're gonna show them all That apathy's a drag My mind is like a plastic bag That corresponds to all those ads It sucks up all the rubbish That is fed in through by ear I eat kleenex for breakfast And use soft hygienic weetabix To dry my tears My mind is like a switchboard With crossed and tangled lines Contented with confusion That is plugged into my head I dont't know what's going on It's the operators job, not mine I said My dreams I daren't remember Or tell you what I've seen I dreamt that I was hitler The ruler of the see The ruler of the universe The ruler of the supermarkets And even fatalistic me