Rage of Plastics

It was the rage of plastics, I was twenty-four I was doing my time on the dance floor It was all polyester and leopard print And Fabergé coming off the ladies You know it's a blight to the brightest how our designs unseam Like the back side 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 With 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 won't take, won't bear anything He had want for a daughter, and 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 drum Or flow out of our eyes as we're wailing? And I see it rise in ribbons to the clouds overhung 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 perks of my devotion's curse And I know, yeah, 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 has come to pass Now I won't play dumb, I'm done trying to sweeten this load And you give me a ribbon, you tell me to run To land my legs to your narcissist fund But land still 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, got nothing more Now I won't play dumb and I'm done lying Making this living just brings about dying But land still goes for less downwind of the plant Making this living just brings about dying Making this living just brings about dying Making this living just brings about dying