Party in pluton

Her green hair is all wet with gasoline
A parking space for early morning opinions or something like that
Got an adress for this marcians party in pluton
But no wings to be outter space

She's walking arround on mute
And heard on the radio 35 ways of trading "c"s
Her personality has build a home at the gutter
Well, i'm part of a generation with nothing to say

Being mute makes no difference
Just like cleaning herself
Sometimes
Pluton is dry waiting for the weird outsider called her
While m&ms are remastering a sex pistols song

I'm bullet proof but the marcians got lasers
Also a disney something full of cramps for friend screaming
Two and two and two is six
Those suckers, they stolen my amphetamines
And drove away wait...
I'm part of a generation with nothing to say