I remember when our son was born
He looked so perfect and new, already old
We protected him with a heart of stone
Protected him from all the window panes
But then he met this girl named Martha
She had a heart of pure boiling magma
The two fell in love on first sight
He wouldn’t shut up about how beautiful she looked
So then they decided one day to go to the park and do the tie
But don’t you know, don’t you know plastic people burn in hell
Cardboard people like Martha will never burn again, they became plastic regardless
They did the tie, looped their problems up
Loop them up in a big bowl of soup for your soul
They did the tie, looped their problems up in a hot bowl of soup
Hot bowl of soup for your soul
Then one day I got a postcard from the two who had just eloped to a dangerous foreign country overseas, I don’t remember where anymore
I realized that there was much terror and mishaps that could happen over there and I got worried for them
But immediately I realized that I had nothing to worry about, because they took over the car
They drove into the night, into the sunset, into the future
And never again would any of their decisions be held in vain because they never cared anymore
They just wanted to move on, evolve and then they got to the fucking and they thought it was so right
But really it was wrong, but really it was wrong
You’d never see me there again
Their future was gone, their future was gone, but not in the way they expected it to be
Their future was gone, their future was gone, their future was gone
And don’t you know plastic people burn in hell, cardboard people never burn again
Plastic people burn in hell, cardboard people never burn again
I got another call from them the other day
They said do you want this, I know you want this
Come on take it, you’ll never mistake it
I said no but they insisted
So I took it over the phone and I opened it up and it was my son’s head ‘cause they undid the tie and