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