Plastic Sea of Mirth Lyrics by Fred Rand

There's a hole in the forest
Where everybody hides
There's a hole, let's be honest
You go there when you cry
When the least of your mornings
Will preserve your nightly ride
You can let on all that you're worth
In our plastic sea of mirth

There's a core in each story
That everybody knows
No one cares for its origins
Lest it may seem to blow
If the sun yields no paper
By the way it sets to burn
Nothing ever will bring you worth
In our plastic sea of mirth

These first rays of the sunrise
Bring everybody down
It don't gel with the story
That love is all around
When the harshest of mornings
Steals away your nightly bride
Rest assured to be a casualty
You go with the times
You belong in the rhymes
When the summer urges smiling
On the ones whose brains are frying
Plastic fuses shut your sea of mirth

There's a brand on the sidewalk
It shares with what you lost
And she wished you the best
On the job you then forgot
Looking forward to show her
There's strength in being a jerk
In a flash you'll be on you own
In your plastic sea of mirth

There's a hole in the forest
That nobody can find
There's a hole in your conciense
From which I try to hide
When the tunes cut their assets
Due from working overtime
This alone has never brought me worth
You go with the times
You belong in the rhymes
Teach me how to nail the salad
Feed my urge for writing ballads
Drain the plastic from your sea of mirth

[Thanks to dotoar for adding these lyrics]