Gold Cup / Plastic Sole

Gold Cup / Plastic Sole - POND

Gold cup plastic sole

What toxic rot and tragedy

Bubbles in your factory alone

Gold cup plastic sole

I a lowly chorus

Lionising the Ramones

But now even little pan here's getting old

Fill my plastic sole

Gold cup plastic sole

The olive tree laps the steppe as winter's fingers fold

Fill my cup melt my sole

If you could melt my sole

A water sprite of desert skin

A cheshire cat an open door a hot northern wind

A perfect plum rolling six feet 'pon dusty road

Rolling to my plastic sole

The goats' bells twinkle twinkle twinkle up the glen

They pirouette as water's very very slow friend

And faintly sing the stones

Fill my plastic sole

Sing my plastic sole

Ooh

Gold cup plastic sole

The olive tree laps the steppe as winter's fingers fold

Fill my cup melt my sole

You could melt my sole