Surrounded by plastic people on the streets
On the underground, the highway and the factories
Surrounded by people with polished shoes
In the public loo’s, believing their own hidden use

Surrounded by people going round and round
Without any doubt, head down in the underground
Surrounded by plastic people on the streets
On crowding feet, amongst their own dying breed

Surrounded by plastic people on the streets
In the underground, the highway and the factories
Surrounded by plastic people on the streets
On crowding feet, amongst their own dying breed

They see, they see, without knowing why they won’t agree
They see, they see, without knowing why they won’t agree

And they won’t change me

Surrounded by plastic people, talking to doors and walls
Surrounded by plastic people, talking to cats and dogs