Plastic Water

Oh my, the summer's here.
I'm going up the country where I used to live.
The sun is close and the plastic melts.
Our skins get sticky and the eggs get cooked by themselves.

Going up an ancient road there's a nice waterfall where we used to go.
Where the birds could swim and the fishes smiled.
Not a pack of sweets or a bottle of wine.

All I want is some water to be in.

They build a mall on our waterfall.
So the tourists will have the most confortable time.
They build a mall on our waterfall.
And put some steps on the stone and some chairs all along the way.

Fat arses fill the pool and keep complaining that the water's too cool.
They can't hear but the water screams while she waits for the rain to get clean again.

All she wants is some raining to be clean.

They build a mall on our waterfall.
So the tourists will have the most confortable time.
They build a mall on our waterfall.
They fill their stomachs with food and get lost in the wood.
They build a mall on our waterfall.
Running away from the snakes singing crap songs all day. They build a mall on our waterfall.
And now we'll make up a plan so we can send them all back home again.