Icons Of Filth - Plastic Wrap lyrics

Plastic wrap, it's made from Monday. The package for the products your poor hands made. Wrapped in that, your lifes' worth to them. Profits in pockets and in Stock Exchange. Boss Fat Cat? Well, maybe some day. They've got a ladder you can climb. Kit-e-kat, more food for thought there. Eat it 'til you die. Maybe I'll just meet you there. We've got to start to care. We've just got to go. Plastic wrap, it's made from Monday. The package for the products your poor hands made. Wrapped in that, your lifes' worth to them tyrants with finance and Russian Roulette to play. Watch your back, it's a jungle out there. The young ones snap and they don't care. Alright Jack, well, thems' the ground rules. The fittest survive and you're just easy prey. You've just got no say. You just want no say. Same sh**, different day. Same sh** difference. Set in them moulds, I'll bet it gets a little cold. Holes in our roles. Them holes are full of little moles. Hope lies with all the little proles. Plastic crap. Yes that's what you make. Just sit back But it's no movie. Take life back. 'Cause it's yours to take. Make it crack... and do it today. We've got to start to care. We've got to start to care. We've got to start to care. We've just got to.