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Real life still seedy, for the poor sick and needy We could all be rich, but you bitches are too greedy You never really had a life too hard to measure Just act large for the pure pleasure Your new 4x4, what the fuck for You only take your kid to the school next door? Your fumes loom large and I don't want to breathe it If you don't like the city well fucking leave it. Well Fuck bling bling, whoops I said again If it's all about the money I aint with you men I gotta bust of Lenin, right here, right now A little red book by Chairman Mao, Now How's the fashion if you can't afford food In a cardboard castle with some cashless dude We're one foot away from the dole every day Watching Plastic People at play. Hey! Plastic People. On the route of all evil Plastic People. I said it again. Plastic People. On the route of all evil Plastic People I seen bailiffs break down the paupers' door But ignore your company accounts found off shore Letras de cancionesAnd the poor old biddy that owed a couple of score Now she died of debt, and owes more Got no big gold or bold medallion I'm always the bastard, never the stallion A travelling man with a couple of bob I aint got that much but I love my job Plastic People on the route of all evil Plastic People I said it again Think buying the council flat as a good idea Till you get the real bill for upkeep and repair Now do you need a loan? And own your own home? Simple monthly repayment, all done by phone. Ring straight a way, call today, pray You don't lose it all when you can no longer pay. More than the sum of your income invested Till you default and they repossessed it Plastic People. On the route of all evil. Plastic People. I said it again. Plastic People. On the route of all evil Plastic People. So you bought the flat that you thought you need Then you lost the lot thru someone's greed And then build a fantasy for the first time buyer Get on the first rung and climb little higher Then if you retire it's got to be sold Cos your endowment policy just didn't hold For a council flat paid for by our parents taxes All ripped off by Foxtons faxes Chorus. Plastic People. On the route of all evil. Plastic People. I said it again. Breakitdown Plastic People. Plastic People. Plastic People. Plastic People. On the route of all evil. Plastic People. I said it again. Plastic People. On the route of all evil Plastic People. Plastic People. I said it again. Plastic People. On the route of all evil Plastic People. Plastic People. On the route of all evil. Plastic People. Plastic People. On the route of all evil Plastic People. On the route of all evil. From Letras Mania