Lyrics:

After sunrise when they put their faces on
They compose and find themselves
In their instant milk coffees

Driving in a plastic seated omnibus
Plastic people's parade's moving
Slowly to the void, to the void

They have tinkered up their own philosophies
Daring not to think too much
Pretending to be cool

Never mind, there might be a deeper sense
Cracking silly jokes for idiots
Living in their trash, in their trash

Hey you plastic people
Proud, please keep flexible
Where do you go when your time is gone
What will you do if the day has come now

A plastic pachyderm could be their president
Lying pamphlets for the people
Would influence their choice

When it's dark, just might see their private moon
Looking like a curry sausage
On a plastic spoon, plastic spoon

Hey you plastic people
Proud, please keep flexible
Where do you go when your time is gone
What will you do if the day has come

What will you do
What will you do
What will you do