Plasticities

This isn't your song
This isn't your music
How can it be wrong
If I commited to choose it all
Choose it all
Choo-choo, choo-choo

You're gonna grow old
You're gonna grow cold
Barren suns on the avenue
For your own personal Waterloo
You're baring songs on the avenue
For your own personal Waterloo

We'll fight, We'll fight,
We'll fight for your music halls and diet cities.
They'll fight, they'll fight
They'll fight for your nerve walls and placticities
Precious territory
Precious territory
Precious territory

This isn't our song
This isn't even our music
I think life is too long
To be alone in a cubicle
Nails under your cuticle
Choo-choo, choo-choo

You're gonna grow old
You're gonna grow so cold
Before the sun can deliver you
You're baring songs on the avenue
You're bearing signs
For your own personal Waterloo

We'll fight, We'll fight,
We'll fight for your music halls and diet cities.
They'll fight, they'll fight
They'll fight for your nerve walls and placticities
Precious territory
Precious territory
Precious territory