I've got a fucking need
For some polyethylene
In the shape of my groceries
All my weekly buys
Have been immortalized
I'm feeling so satisfied
This newfound bust
Has me losing trust
With what I thought
Made me nut
I've got these feelings I can't keep concealing
Sets nearly finished
I'm goddamn squealing
Plastic orgasm
Plastic orgasm
Plastic orgasm
Plastic orgasm
I'm running out of room
Cancelling our honeymoon
My legacy, these plastic heirlooms
You say that's a bore?
Well I don't need you anymore
Pack your stuff, there's the door
I can't feel any pleasure
Without all my little treasures
So I must take drastic measures
And by fate or chance
I hold the last one in my hands
I knew the deed was done
The [?] is in my pants
Plastic orgasm
Plastic orgasm
Guess I better clean up
Eugh, what a mess
You know I thought I'd feel a little better
When I had the whole set
A reason to persist
A reason to exist
I look at the collection
Then my pants
And lose my self-respect
Now I have nothing left to achieve
And nothing left to collect
A reason to persist
A reason to exist
I'm feeling so orgasmic
What happened to my plastic?