You can wait over there

In the toy box

Oh that's where

The plastic people go

Fading skin and frosted eyes

You're cold-blooded cool

But you're boiling inside

She's got a brain like a rubber band

Make her think too hard and

It's gonna snap, it's gonna snap, it's gonna snap

You don't have to think much

You don't have to think much

You don't have to think much

When you're made from plastic

Perfect teeth cut down by machines

They're smiling wide, they're smiling wide

Silkscreened faces always wet with touchup paint Trying to change the way they came

Trying to change, trying to change, trying to change

You don't have to think much

You don't have to think much

You don't have to think much

You don't have to think much

You don't have to think much

You don't have to think much

When you're made from plastic

It's not alright

To take what's mine, to take what's mine, to take what's mine It's not okay

To waste my time, to waste my time, to waste my time Just because you're made from plastic