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My daddy played in a vegas band, he made an alright decent living playing Big band standards for business men and their paid asian escorts. Till he started up gambling and in one hand lost 50 grand Bet it all on four kings but somebody had aces. They called him the man with the plastic suns Rumored to kill cops just for fun And he made a fortune scamming old ladies in nursing homes. Oh, the man with the plastic suns, invents diseases just for fun Oh, he blackmailes rainbows to turn into nooses. So I dropped out of high school and got a job selling phones at the mall. But I could make twice as much money Taking my shirt off at the cocktail bar. My daddy pawned all his guitars but he was still 30.000 short Then one day three rancid ruthless men broke down the door. First they butchered his whole right hand Oh, he never played trumpet again Pay up by Friday or we're coming back for your cock and your kneecaps. Hey, give us our money or we'll break your fucking legs Let's race to the desert Hey, I could use a stiff drink, or just some time to think Let's race the deserts, let's race the ocean. My daddy stopped leaving the house And he drank and he drank and he drank Stayed up all night talking to pictures of my dead mother. Then I found him in the basement smashing tv's on the cement Filling swimming pools gasoline and drawings of angels. Oh, Mr. Plastic Suns won't you have some mercy on me Oh, Mr. Plastic Suns won't you let my poor daddy be. Hey, give us our money or we'll break your fucking legs Let's race the desert Hey, I could use a stiff drink or just some time to think Let's race the ocean Hey, you walk into a postcard of somewhere in London Hey, there's a loft party down the street Music dripping down from the trees Bass blazing tranquilizing beats, voices of people you'd like to meet So I took a gun from the cabin and put on a low cut shirt, Found the man with the plastic suns At the crap table and started to flirt. Hey, a man got shot today took six bullets to the face Let's race the desert Hey, the rumour on the street is that the suspect is sixteen Let's race the ocean Hey, the man with the plastic sun was pronounced dead on arrival Hey, and an ex-musician hung himself in a suburban attic The desert is laughing the desert is mourning |