Hey, golden boy with your hair hanging down
oh, out of golden day, you climb yourself around
oh, will you do when the gold turns to gray?
all that your [?] was, you find another way

So now I dreamed that I could be some kind of god
all up above the world, I could live on the hog
now dreams a day, and as age closes in
I realize I better hurry up to get my dreams in

But maybe I could (be) some kind of plastic superhero
and I'd wear my plastic cape with a big chest up on my zero
all the dark, and I sail through the air, oh, in a plastic world I would worry
and I wrap my holy arms around, oh, my plastic asshole of a theater

Nobody knows all the troubles I've seen
that's why I'd like to melt it all and turn it to plasticine
oh, mountain love could save the cynics here
all of the world become one great plastic veneer

And all this all, I would come to a plastic rescue
of every colorful plastic child, I would cross their way through
I would fight for plastic justice, and I would spread it all over the world
with my great plastic atomic bomb, I would cover it all up for the [?]

And don't you always
try to calm me down, I made my mind up at all
[?] rain all the walls fall back
when you come to one big plastic empty