Muscle In Plastic

Gonna be like a dog
Lay flat on my back
Pull my feet off the ground
Let my head hit the sack

I’m a muscle in plastic
Nyjinski’s bad move
Just a white show piece
I’ve got nothing, nothing to lose

I preach for the praise
I can’t dance so I gaze
Like a bad offset
I’m just counting the days

I’m a muscle in plastic
Nyjinski’s bad move
Just a white show piece
I’ve got nothing, nothing to lose

Well I can’t dance so I gaze
And I preach for the praise
He can’t dance in here
In here
But he can’t dance, dear, here
In here

Sonar blips on my arms
My head’s increased
Just a hotel inmate
I’m a lover deceased
I’m the latent impression of a dancer’s leg
I like faking persuasion
And laying my bed

I’m a muscle in plastic
Nyjinski’s bad move
Just a white show piece
I’ve got nothing to lose
I got nothing to lose
Lose
Nothing
Oh nothing
Nothing

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