Great American union rules with a fist, a smile, and a gun. Great American napalm lights up the sky like the sun.
Terrorist bombers on the left, fascist plots on the right.
I might even end up a rock and roll god, it might turn into a steady job.
When he feels the world is closing in, he turns his stereo way up high. He just spends his life, living in a rock and roll fantasy.
Plastic man got no brain, plastic man don't feel no pain.
I don't wanna die in a nuclear war, I want to sail away to a distant shore, and make like an apeman.