@migu music@

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