With their pretty shiny hair
Their little pastel cardigans
Their heads all full of air
They carefully set their words in glass
They slowly take their time
They do it all so effortlessly
They look and feel so fine
I see them through my plastic home
They don't see what I do
I toss your words right out the door
And throw them back at you
They all fit in their little pegs
So neatly and so nice
They crash and burn into the sand
They slowly drown in ice
I wish that they could see it
I hope they get a clue
I really don't want to hurt them
But hey, what the hell can ya do?