Like the toupee on a fading fame    The final whistle in a losing game    Thick lipstick on a five year old girl    It makes you think it's a plastic world       A plastic world and we're all plastic too    Just a couple of different faces in a dead man's queue    The world is turning Disney and there's nothing you can do    You're trying to walk like giants    but you're wearing Pluto's shoes       And the answers fall easier from the barrel of a gun    Than it does from the lips of the beautiful and the dumb    The world won't end in darkness, it'll end in family fun    With Coca Cola clouds behind a Big Mac sun       A howling scream in a church asleep    Rusty bicycle in an ocean deep    Like an ear-ring on the newly born    Strong perfume on a winter's morn       The world is perfumed and we're perfumed as well    Petals from a flower that blossomed in hell    And you can't breathe the air through the thickness of the smell    And you can't see the hair through the grease of the gel       And the answers fall easier from the barrel of a gun    Than it does from the lips of the beautiful and the dumb    The world won't end in darkness, it'll end in family fun    With Coca Cola clouds behind a Big Mac sun       You say there's only one God, you could do with two or three    Your Jesus Christ is hired out, like the slag of Galilee    Well if Peter is a prostitute, then what does that make me       There's only one God    There should be two or three    One God    There should be two or three    One God    There should be two or three    Two or three