See us on the underground   Packed up in our sardine cans   Tailor made with suits and shades   Lipstick teeth and waxwork hands      Electronic, we're electronic      Jumping on conveyor belts   Escalators in our heads   Programmed for another day   Talking to a faceless friend      Electronic, so moronic   We're electronic, we the electronic   Electronic      Hear the ticking in our beds   Find the balance in our heads   Wishing we could make a change   See the morning coming in      Electronic, so moronic   We're electronic, we the electronic      Electronic, so moronic   We're electronic, we the electronic   Electronic, so moronic   We're electronic, we the electronic