It's not a simple thing that keeps us feeling strange
A nagging poking thing way under the skin I used to soak it up
A little sun and surf But now what coats my skin is polypropylene
We don't want to know where everything goes
We're filled with plastics and bits
Deep in our arteries Scratched from deep within
Way under the skin Floating on the shore I am not scared of the sharks
But what's not from the water
That is not from the water We don't want to know where everything goes