Björk Plastic Nylon Terylene Made of atoms By tender fingers And determined heads Of inventors Tickling Perfection
Björk Plastic Rayon
Einar I was born aeons ago Before anything human was known My friends the alchemists Told me everything was natural And always will be that way And possible to make gold from dirt
Björk Plastic Nylon Dear plastic Be proud Don't imitate anything You're pure, pure, pure
Björk Plastic Nylon
Einar I believed I was their dustbin for knowledge Took everything and digested Of course I became big, Big and really really strong
Today I'm old and withering away My friends the alchemists Long disappeared into dust I no longer get anything fruity No longer gold made from dirt The only thing I get is spacefood on a tray