Punks and patches, patches and punks
All talk about fighting but it's just for the drugs
Waste case hitting a brand new stage
Because being f*cked up is all the rage
Can't walk straight, just life at stake
Continuing the cycle to alleviate
A pointless struggle against the state
State of mind, just to intoxicate
Not about the music, nor a point to make
Continually all they do is just take take take
Not about the music, no point to make
This plaster scene is just fake fake fake
Fashionista punk rock sista
Counting on spikes just to find a new mister
Using, boozing, can I snag a smoke
Walking up to me to try and steal a toke
Flat broke extinguisher of Stoke
You know she's just another cliche punk rock joke
Eyelids flutter, the beauty of the gutter
Teenage drug addled unwed mother
Subhuman peroxide punk
Brand new leather jacket lined with studs
Box of bleach and some manic panic
Fits right in with ever punk on the planet
Not about the music, nor a point to make,
Continually all they do is just take take take,
Not about the music, no point to make
This plaster scene is just fake fake fake
Why can't you see
Intoxication is foresakening
I know you know we both hold the key
But who's gonna turn it in this plaster scene
Why can't you just let it be
Without illusion and insanity
Down another shot and we just may see
How murky is the water in this plaster scene
All ya ever do is the same old things
Complain about the world it's a drug addled dream
But will you make a difference in a single beat
Creating all your problems in this plaster scene
Another bag of coke and some amphetamine
Living in squalor in your punk rock dream
Chop another line and the story repeats
Fixed with the cast of your plaster scene
It's just a plaster scene
Plaster scene
It's just a plaster scene
A plaster scene
Break apart your body in this plaster scene
Mold away your mind in this plaster scene
Will you ever learn in your punk rock dream
It's just a plaster scene