Plastic And Whores by Hint Hint Lyrics

Bees in the bathroom, is that what you saw
Imagine on the one hand you're in a trailer parked home
Or in a basement apartment staring as at your phone
Running all the bedsheets, in a laundry in town

The children are abducted, while we count what we own
Last call, unintelligent lures
Last call, for the plastic and whores
I'm scared of being one million years old

Last call, last call
Last call, last call

Imagine on the one hand, you meet the one you love
And fuck in the backseat of a car you stole
And you rub your hands until you're hot and cold
Proceed on the map, past pentagons and diagonals