Plastic Cockney.

It's like trying to cool down when the sun shines outside,
Just a plastic Cockney with tears in my eyes,

With a frown on my face and a pocket full of lies,
With metal crashing through my bones,
And just a mind that's full of sighs,

It's like trying to cool down when the sun shines outside,
Just a plastic Cockney with tears in my eyes,

With a look of anger that flashes all aside,
With a limp to my step where the concrete hit my side,
Cos whilst I'm making plans, life just stumbles by.

I'm just a plastic cockney who finds it hard to cry.