#plastic fiends

Plastic Fiends out now!

ONE OF MY FAVS SO FAR!!! Can you please decipher lyrics 🥺 I'm not native English speaker, understanding songs always been a problem to me

It's one of my favourites too, anon!! It's so Elton John in sound and style, I'm highkey obsessed!

I'm not sure how much help I'm going to be on the details given I'm not American either, haha, but the Babe Ruth line I'm guessing is saying America's 'knocked it out of the park', which is just him saying how the current climate in the States is a perfect one for vampires/monsters.

The song broadly though feels very much to me about how the US right now feels like pre-Revolution France, which is actually what I was saying yesterday about my interpretation of the episode's themes of liberation vs law and order/institutions yesterday. The rich are getting richer and the exploited underclasses angrier and angrier, and in that second verse, it's the latter Lestat's singing to. The eatin' all your pets and your wives line I'm actually not a hundred percent sure on, but I'm guessing it's a jab at how the conservative media and far right politicians spread racist talking points to further division among the general public as they did through the Springfield pet-eating hoax. In that sense, I think Lestat's saying nothing's going to change (there's no such thing as a meteor) so long as the people are fighting with each other instead of those in power.

I'd be interested to hear other interpretations though!

Congratulations, 'm-m-merica

You really babe ruthed' it this time

Oh, straight up vampin' is so easy now

I can't tell if anythin' is even a crime anymore

(Unless you're poor)

Congratulations to roofie and murders

To musk man and old vlad too

Oh, harvey leroy must be thrustin' in his grave

A hard-on the size of a hot air buffoon, oh

It all reminds me of somethin'

Mm, maybe Louis xvi

Was it antionette or friedrich flick who said

Fuck right or wrong, when the cake is so sweet

Oh-oh

Come on now, you filthy little plastic fiends

You look like saran wrap

And you smell like fabreeze

I'm feelin' sick from your chick-o-stick

And your blood is a disease, oh-oh

Come on now, you filthy little plastic fiends

Yeah

I see you, my pretty little death-cold cucks

Sayin' how we wanna burn it all down

Well, if you got the cash, I got the fuckin' gas

Could always tend to lose another 2, 000 pounds

I see you, my pretty little dinosaurs

Livin' your disposable lives

Oh, there's no such thing as a meteor

When they keep eatin' all your pets and your wives, oh

This all reminds me of somethin'

Ooh, it's called a plymouth rock

Blankets and beads, insatiable greeds

Is anyone surprised it's nearly we're-fucked-o-clock

Oh-oh

Come on now, you filthy little plastic fiends

You look like saran wrap

And you smell like fabreeze

I'm feelin' sick from your chick-o-stick

And your blood is a disease, oh-oh

Come on now, you filthy little plastic fiends

Oh, you look like saran wrap

And you smell like fabreeze

(Oh), I'm feelin' sick from your chick-o-stick

And your blood is a disease, oh-oh

Come on now, you filthy little plastic fiends

Oh, come on now, you filthy little plastic fiends-ah