Verse
C#m7 F#9
I know what is to be broken and be bored
D#m7
Tell you that my silver is gold
G#9 Dm7
Though I'm much too old for make believe
C#m7 F#9
And I know what it's like to be hold and not be held
D#m7
Funny how a stomach can fail
G#9
Seems satisfied cause it's well and swollen
C#m7
Yoooouuuu got me
F#9
Shootin' 'cross the sky like a star
Fm7 A#7
But nobody told me to never let it get too far
C#m7 F#9/
See my silhouette, so you're standing scared of me
Bmaj7
Mmm hmm
Bmaj7 (Once)
Can I tell you a secret?
Chorus
C#m7
My wings are made of plastic,
F#9
My wings are made of plastic,
/* D#m7
My wings are made of plastic,
G#9 Dm7
My wings are made of plastic, oh
C#m7
My wings are made of plastic,
F#9
My wings are made of plastic,
/* D#m7
My wings are made of plastic,
G#9 G#m7
My wings are made of plastic...plastic
C#9
My wings are made of plastic,
/* A#m7
My wings are made of plastic,
D#m7 Am7
My wings are made of plastic, oh
C#m7 F#9 (Once, Arpeggio)
My wings are made up
Bmaj7 (Fade out only playing down strums)
and so am I