The Man With The Plastic Suns

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, or 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
30000 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.

He----y give us our money or we'll break your
fucking legs---lets race to the desert

He=y I could use a stiff drink, or just some time to
think—lets race the badlands lets 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 wont you have some mercy on me

Oh mr plastic suns wont you let my poor daddy be.

Hey give us our money or we'll break your
fucking legs lets race the desert

Hey I could use a stiff drink or just some time
to think lets race the badlands

Hey you walk into a postcard of somewhere in London

Hey theres 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 pistol 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 was shot today took six bullets to the face

Hey the rumour on the street is
that the suspect is sixteen

Hey the man with the plastic sun was pronounced
dead on arrival

Hey and an ex musician hung himself in
a suburban attic yeah the desert is laughing
the desert is mourning