Plastic people, You gotta go
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Plastic people, You gotta go-UH!
A fine little girl, She waits for me.
She's as plastic, As she can be.
She paints her face, With plastic goo.
And wrecks her hair, With some shampoo.
Plastic people, You gotta go-UH.
Plastic people, You gotta go.
(Sure gonna miss ya)
Take a day, And walk around.
Watch the nazis, Run your town.
Then go home, And check yourself.
You think we're singing, 'Bout someone else . . . but You're
Plastic people, You gotta go.
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Plastic people, You gotta go.
Three nights and days, I walked the streets.
This town is full, Of plastic creeps.
Their shoes are brown, To match their suits.
They got no balls, They got no roots . . . because they're
Plastic people, You gotta go.
(Sure gonna miss ya, bop, bop, bop)
Plastic people, You gotta go.
Me see a neon, Moon above.
I searched for years, And found no love.
I'm sure that love, Will never be.
A product of Plasticity.