Dead City Dealers - Plastic lyrics

rate me

he's pretentious, a hip agnostic

You best friend if you can get good weed

She's a writer, kinda plastic

Convoluted, yet so pristine

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She reads Nietzsche in the middle of a donut shop

Wannabe Bohemian who works in a coffee shop

She's god's gift to all the emo boys

That ain't me, Oi! Oi! Oi!

She likes indie bands and bad poetry

She'll like anything that gives her credibility

She's a feminist

An existentialist

A hipster fascist, and that's why she isn't into me

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She's at the Beehive Smokin' Pall Mall cigarettes

Ramen noodles is the new hip meal

Went to a record store for Captain Beefheart

But then she settled for Captain and Tinnille

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