Lyrics

Plastic City Blues

I’m going to Plastic City I’m gonna steal my baby back to me I’m going to Plastic City I’m gonna steal my baby back to me Cuz plastic ain’t got no soul And that ain’t no place for my flesh-and-bone-baby to be I’m gonna uproot all them stripmalls I got this six-string in my hand I’m gonna uproot all them stripmalls I got Bon Jovi’s loaded six-string in my hand I’m gonna root them up for turning All God’s fertile soil into sand I’m gonna tear up the 12-lane freeway It won’t stand underneath my wrath I’m gonna tear up the 12-lane freeway It won’t stand underneath my wrath When Daddy’s done All that’s left will be a one-lane-walkin’-footpath I’m gonna unlink all them chain restaurants I’m gonna unlink them one by one I’m gonna unlink all them chain restaurants I’m gonna unlink them one by one by one They’ll only be my baby home-cookin’ when I’m done I’m gonna roust out all them churchyards Teaching, preaching that plastic money is the king I’m gonna roust out all them churchyards Teaching, preaching that plastic money is the king Cuz in Plastic City, man, Plastic money can by salvation, it can buy anything I’m gonna wear out all them warehouse stores I’m gonna wear them right down to the bone I’m gonna wear out all them warehouse stores I’m gonna wear them right down to the bone When I’m done People are gonna be shopping a little bit closer to their homes I’m gonna raise me up a community It’s gonna sit right on Plastic City’s face I’m gonna raise me up a community It’s gonna sit right on Plastic City’s face There brothers and sisters will be bound by love Not this bullshit Plastic City rat race I’m going to Plastic City I’m gonna steal my baby back to me I’m going to Plastic City I’m gonna steal my baby back to me I’m gonna tear out her magnetic strip, Lord, And set my baby free