We the Electronic

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 Electronic, so moronic We're electronic, we the electronic Electronic Electronic, so moronic We're electronic, we the electronic