Plastic Dreams
They line up here to sing
They line up there to dance
Lord make my name known all around
They say give me a chance
A pepper packet bookmark keeps you in your place
Drop it here and disappear, you're gone so what's the haste
And what's the use with all these who's who's
I can't get through to you
Spend too much time on wheels
When all is said and done
It takes much time to see things through
But that don't bring me down
With plastic in your dreams and plastic is my home
I never thought that this busy town'd make me feel so alone
So what's the use, we can't refuse
Our hands are tied with you
Sleep and dream of plastic sheep