Rage of Plastics

It was the rage of plastics, I was 24
I was doing my time on the dance floor
It was all polyester and leopard print
And fabergė coming off the ladies
It's a blight to the brightest how our designs unseam
Like the backside of some skirt in some old man's dream
I got caught putting off all my traveling plans for this refinery job and his maybes
Hair in ribbons, stockings in runs
Fashion bricks out of the breaks as they come
Land goes for less downwind of the plant
There's no telling how long you'll be paying
There are scores of us born in the silent spring
Whose wombs don't take, won't bear anything
He had want for a daughter, I had want for a son
Now I rock my moon faced man like one
Was it the river on fire that made us what we became?
Was it the cup that we drank from, or what it contained?
Does it move to the beat of the oil drums, or flow out of our eyes as we're wailing?
I see it rise in ribbons to the clouds over hung
Just to spit back down on everyone
Land goes for less downwind of the plant
There's no telling how long you'll be paying
I have tried to be patient as I've been made nurse
Get some help from the percs of my devotion's curse
And I know, yes I know, the man's pain is much worse
For the moon and his grace are now waning
You say the first one now will later be last
My faith in scripture's come to pass
Na I won't play dumb, I'm done trying to sweeten this load
You give me a ribbon, you tell me to run
To lend my legs to that narcissus fund
Land goes for less downwind of the plant
Making this living just brings about dying
I got a rage of plastics, the refinery floor
I got a rage of plastics and nothing more
I won't play dumb and I'm done lying
Making this living just brings about dying
Land goes for less downwind of the plant
Making this living just brings about dying