| Song | Plastic Masquerade |
| Artist | Red Line Chemistry |
| Album | Dying For a Living |
| 作曲 : Red Line Chemistry | |
| The old man, he broken | |
| He on the street no sign of change | |
| He had it made, he went astray | |
| Aint got no one but himself to blame | |
| He movin' on, the vagabond | |
| He gotta live just for today | |
| He'll never figure out | |
| What the game is all about | |
| All the people hang their heads | |
| Terrified to stand out | |
| Knowing that they wasted away | |
| All the riches that they had | |
| Never meant a thing | |
| Now they're stuck inside a never-ending nightmare all alone | |
| The little girl, she was a pearl | |
| Until she strolled out in the world | |
| The other day, she run away | |
| She turnin' tricks got bills to pay | |
| She working hard, the boulevard | |
| Stuck on her back all night and day | |
| She'll never figure out | |
| What the game is all about | |
| All the people hang their heads | |
| Terrified to stand out | |
| Knowing that they wasted away | |
| All the riches that they had | |
| Never meant a thing | |
| Now they're stuck inside a never-ending nightmare all alone | |
| A never ending nightmare all alone | |
| A never ending nightmare all alone | |
| Is anything ever gonna change | |
| The young man, don't need a plan | |
| He let the trust fund pave the way | |
| He rollin' ‘round, the underground | |
| With all the rich kids on parade | |
| They on a plain, the cocaine | |
| Some kinda plastic masquerade | |
| They'll never figure out | |
| What the game is all about | |
| All the people hang their heads | |
| Terrified to stand out | |
| Knowing that they wasted away All the riches that they had | |
| Never meant a thing | |
| Now they're stuck inside a never-ending nightmare all alone | |
| Is anything ever gonna change | |
| Will anything ever change |
| zuò qǔ : Red Line Chemistry | |
| The old man, he broken | |
| He on the street no sign of change | |
| He had it made, he went astray | |
| Aint got no one but himself to blame | |
| He movin' on, the vagabond | |
| He gotta live just for today | |
| He' ll never figure out | |
| What the game is all about | |
| All the people hang their heads | |
| Terrified to stand out | |
| Knowing that they wasted away | |
| All the riches that they had | |
| Never meant a thing | |
| Now they' re stuck inside a neverending nightmare all alone | |
| The little girl, she was a pearl | |
| Until she strolled out in the world | |
| The other day, she run away | |
| She turnin' tricks got bills to pay | |
| She working hard, the boulevard | |
| Stuck on her back all night and day | |
| She' ll never figure out | |
| What the game is all about | |
| All the people hang their heads | |
| Terrified to stand out | |
| Knowing that they wasted away | |
| All the riches that they had | |
| Never meant a thing | |
| Now they' re stuck inside a neverending nightmare all alone | |
| A never ending nightmare all alone | |
| A never ending nightmare all alone | |
| Is anything ever gonna change | |
| The young man, don' t need a plan | |
| He let the trust fund pave the way | |
| He rollin' ' round, the underground | |
| With all the rich kids on parade | |
| They on a plain, the cocaine | |
| Some kinda plastic masquerade | |
| They' ll never figure out | |
| What the game is all about | |
| All the people hang their heads | |
| Terrified to stand out | |
| Knowing that they wasted away All the riches that they had | |
| Never meant a thing | |
| Now they' re stuck inside a neverending nightmare all alone | |
| Is anything ever gonna change | |
| Will anything ever change |