We The Electronic - Feeder

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