Fly Me To The Earth

We live in plastic rooms
And plastic houses
And plastic towns
And even the sky is a plastic ceiling painted blue

The streets with plastic trees
Are so unreal, they bring you down
And it sounds so plastic when people say "How do you do?"

Fly me to the earth where the grass is green
And birds can be seen, that's paradise
Fly me to the earth where the flowers grow
And where the rivers flow, that's nice

We dress in plastic clothes,
We go in ... but where can we go?
Living in the sky is not living high
We leave the land behind explore the sky but wonder why

Oh some day we will turn to plastic and surely we will die

Fly me to the earth where the grass is green
And birds can be seen, that's paradise
Fly me to the earth where the flowers grow
And where the rivers flow, that's nice

Fly me to the earth where the grass is green
And birds can be seen, that's paradise
Fly me to the earth where the flowers grow
And where the rivers flow, that's nice