Fake plastic trees

Her green plastic watering can

For her fake Chinese rubber plant

In the fake plastic earth

That she bought from a rubber man

In a town full of rubber bands

To get rid of itself

It wears her out, it wears her out

It wears her out, it wears her out

She lives with a broken man

A cracked polystyrene man

Who just crumbles and burns

He used to do surgery

For girls in the eighties

But gravity always wins

It wears him out, it wears him out

It wears him out, it wears

She looks like the real thing

She tastes like the real thing

My fake plastic love

But I can't help the feeling

I could blow through the ceiling

If I just turn and run

And it wears me out, it wears me out

It wears me out, it wears me out

If I could be who you wanted

If I could be who you wanted all the time

All the time

All the time

Esta nova roupagem de Fake Plastic Trees, um original dos Radiohead, uma das músicas que em determinada altura da minha vida mais ouvi, feita por Scala & Kolacny Brothers, engrandece o original não o desvirtuando nem se limitando a uma reprodução ou simples cópia de plástico. Na verdade, não sei se será da época, mas fiquei com a sensação que este poderia ser uma grande música de Natal. Deve ser impressão minha.