Plastic
Nylon
Terylene
Made of atoms
By tender fingers
And determined heads
Of inventors
Tickling
Perfection
Plastic
Rayon
I was born aeons ago
Before anything human was known
My friends the alchemists
Told me everything was natural
And will always be that way
And possible to make gold from dirt
Plastic
Nylon
Dear plastic
Be proud
Don't imitate anything
You're pure, pure, pure
Plastic
Nylon
I believed I was their dustbin for knowledge
Took everything and digested
Of course I became big and strong
Today I'm old and withering away
My friends the alchemists
Long disappeared into dust
I no longer get anything fruity
No longer gold made from dirt
Now I only get spacefood on a tray
Plastic
Eggimanyinonde
Plastic
Saggiraranana
DEAR PLASTIC Video (MV)
Performed By: The Sugarcubes
Written by: Bj�rk Gudmundsdottir, Bragi Olafsson, Einar Benediktsson, Margret Oernolfsdottir, Sigtryggur Baldursson, Thor Eldon Jonsson
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Plastic
Nylon
Terylene
Made of atoms
By tender fingers
And determined heads
Of inventors
Tickling
Perfection
Plastic
Rayon
I was born aeons ago
Before anything human was known
My friends the alchemists
Told me everything was natural
And will always be that way
And possible to make gold from dirt
Plastic
Nylon
Dear plastic
Be proud
Don't imitate anything
You're pure, pure, pure
Plastic
Nylon
I believed I was their dustbin for knowledge
Took everything and digested
Of course I became big and strong
Today I'm old and withering away
My friends the alchemists
Long disappeared into dust
I no longer get anything fruity
No longer gold made from dirt
Now I only get spacefood on a tray
Plastic
Eggimanyinonde
Plastic
Saggiraranana
Nylon
Terylene
Made of atoms
By tender fingers
And determined heads
Of inventors
Tickling
Perfection
Plastic
Rayon
I was born aeons ago
Before anything human was known
My friends the alchemists
Told me everything was natural
And will always be that way
And possible to make gold from dirt
Plastic
Nylon
Dear plastic
Be proud
Don't imitate anything
You're pure, pure, pure
Plastic
Nylon
I believed I was their dustbin for knowledge
Took everything and digested
Of course I became big and strong
Today I'm old and withering away
My friends the alchemists
Long disappeared into dust
I no longer get anything fruity
No longer gold made from dirt
Now I only get spacefood on a tray
Plastic
Eggimanyinonde
Plastic
Saggiraranana
Writer: Bj�rk Gudmundsdottir, Bragi Olafsson, Einar Benediktsson, Margret Oernolfsdottir, Sigtryggur Baldursson, Thor Eldon Jonsson
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.