Ripped up and messy,
All your junk is on the floor,
And all you want is more and more,
Can’t take it with you, but you’re trying anyway,
Blowing all your pocket change, yeah.
In those crummy, boring moments, all the cheap toys in the world won’t save you from a miserable existence.
Ray guns and plastic flash,
Baby, here comes tomorrow’s trash,
Hit the gas, and you’re going nowhere fast,
Ain’t it fantastic?
The world’s going spastic over ray guns and plastic flash.
Flash, flash.
Your neon fixation and your phony tinker toys, just like you were one of the boys, yeah.
Well, you can buy it if you want to, but you can’t drive it away today,
You’re stuck inside a miserable existence.
Ray guns and plastic flash, (plastic flash)
Baby, here comes tomorrow’s trash,
Hit the gas, and you’re going nowhere fast, (nowhere fast)
Ain’t it fantastic?
The world’s going spastic over ray guns and plastic flash.
Flash, flash,
Flash, flash.
It’s those crummy, boring moments, and those cheap toys getting in your way,
Did you figure it out: your reason for existence?
Ray guns and plastic flash, (plastic flash)
Baby, here comes tomorrow’s trash,
Hit the gas, and you’re going nowhere fast, (nowhere fast)
Ain’t it fantastic?
Yeah, ray guns and plastic flash, (plastic flash)
Baby, here comes tomorrow’s trash,
Hit the gas, and you’re going nowhere fast, (nowhere fast)
Ain’t it fantastic?
The world’s going spastic over ray guns and plastic flash.
