[00:05.00]My daddy played in a vegas band,
[00:07.08]he made an alright decent
[00:09.23]living playing big band standards for business men and their paid asian escorts.
[00:13.83]Till he started up gambling
[00:15.24]and in one hand lost 50 grand,
[00:17.79]bet it all on four kings but somebody had aces.
[00:21.36]They called him the man with the plastic suns rumored to kill cops just for fun,
[00:26.54]or made a fortune scamming old ladies in nursing homes.
[00:30.29]Oh the man with the plastic suns,
[00:32.55]invents diseases just for fun,
[00:34.77]oh he blackmailes rainbows to turn into nooses.
[00:38.42]
[00:46.20]So I dropped out of high school
[00:51.22]and got a job selling phones at the mall.
[00:55.32]But I could make twice as much money
[00:59.78]taking my shirt off at the cocktail bar.
[01:03.67]My daddy pawned all his guitars
[01:06.85]but he was still 30000 short,
[01:08.93]then one day three rancid ruthless men broke down the door.
[01:12.69]First they butchered his whole right hand,
[01:15.40]oh he never played trumpet again,
[01:17.40]pay up by Friday or we''''re coming back for your cock and your kneecaps.
[01:21.30]He----y give us our money
[01:25.14]or we''''ll break your fucking legs---lets race to the desert
[01:29.74]He----y I could use a stiff drink,
[01:33.63]or just some time to think—lets race the badlands lets race the ocean.
[01:40.53]
[01:57.10]My daddy stopped leaving the house,
[02:00.27]and he drank and he drank and he drank,
[02:02.51]stayed up all night talking to pictures of my dead mother,
[02:06.15]Then I found him in the basement
[02:08.89]smashing tv''''s on the cement filling swimming pools gasoline and drawings of angels.
[02:14.60]Oh mr plastic suns wont you have some mercy on me
[02:22.90]Oh mr plastic suns wont you let my poor daddy be.
[02:31.38]
[02:39.24]Hey give us our money
[02:43.70]or we''''ll break your fucking legs lets race the desert
[02:48.30]Hey I could use a stiff drink
[02:52.46]or just some time to think lets race the badlands
[02:56.74]Hey you walk into a postcard of somewhere in London
[03:05.52]Hey theres a loft party down the street
[03:10.02]music dripping down from the trees
[03:11.94]bass blazing tranquilizing beats
[03:13.83]voices of people you''''d like to meet
[03:16.46]
[03:32.51]So I took a pistol and put on a low cut shirt,
[03:41.30]Found the man with the plastic suns at the crap table and started to flirt.
[03:50.03]Hey a man was shot today took six bullets to the face
[03:58.43]Hey the rumour on the street is that the suspect is sixteen
[04:07.01]Hey the man with the plastic sun was pronounced dead on arrival
[04:15.67]Hey and an ex musician hung himself in a suburban attic
[04:21.88]yeah the desert is laughing the desert is mourning