Plastic Bag — текст песни (X-Ray Spex)

1977 and we are going mad
It`s 1977 and we`ve seen too many ads
1977 and we`re gonna show them all
That apathy`s a drag

My mind is like a plastic bag
That corresponds to all those ads
It sucks up all the rubbish
That is fed in through by ear
I eat Kleenex for breakfast
And use soft hygienic Weetabix
To dry my tears

My mind is like a switchboard
With crossed and tangled lines
Contented with confusion
That is plugged into my head
I don`t know what`s going on
It`s the operator`s job, not mine
I said

My dreams I daren`t remember
Or tell you what I`ve seen
I`ve dreamt that I was Hitler
The ruler of the sea
The ruler of the universe
The ruler of the supermarket
And even fatalistic me