Plastic Rockers, Plastic Gangsters

Plastic rockers

Plastic Gangsters

As 50 cent would call them

Wanksters

 

Both hype the stereotype

They both delight in the white

One snorts it up their nose

One sell it to buy new clothes

 

Sex, drugs, rock and roll

And being a tough guy is the goal

Skinny jeans and boots

Short hair and tracksuits

 

Reputation grows

Small music shows

Big fish in a small grey town

Beating people down

For the tough guy crown

 

Playing

Slaying

Fighting

Fading

 

To the mundane

The mystique they can’t contain

Younger boys are coming through

And music tastes are changing too

 

So reach for the stars

And battle for scars

Drive blood bought cars

 

They’re living a lie

The ego will die

Into their plastic spoon beginnings

 

 

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