Verse I know what is to be broken and be bored Tell you that my silver is gold Though I'm much too old for make believe And I know what it's like to be hold and not be held Funny how a stomach can fail Seems satisfied cause it's well and swollen Yoooouuuu got me Shootin' 'cross the sky like a star But nobody told me to never let it get too far See my silhouette, so you're standing scared of me Mmm hmm (Once) Can I tell you a secret? Chorus My wings are made of plastic, My wings are made of plastic, /* My wings are made of plastic, My wings are made of plastic, oh My wings are made of plastic, My wings are made of plastic, /* My wings are made of plastic, My wings are made of plastic...plastic My wings are made of plastic, /* My wings are made of plastic, My wings are made of plastic, oh (Once, Arpeggio) My wings are made up (Fade out only playing down strums) and so am I