Every day my metal friend
shakes my bed at 6 A.M.
Then the shiny serving clones
run in with my telephones
Talking fast i make a deal
buy the fake and sell what's real
what's this pain here in my chest
maybe i should take a rest
They send the heart police
to put you under cardiac arrest
and as they drag you thro' the door
they tell you that you failed a test
Living in the plastic age
looking only half my age
hello doctor lift my face
i wish my skin could stand the pace
In my bed i read my mind
remember how the mice were blind
i'll watch them fighting in their cage
could this be the plastic age ?
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