| Guess we all want something
|
| Something we haven’t got
|
| There’s a feelin' that I get when
|
| I see all those that just have not
|
| Someday this place’ll be
|
| Where man is all the same
|
| All lookin' like salesman
|
| They’ll even change our name
|
| And…
|
| (Although) I see one people
|
| (We're all) one human race
|
| Communication will save us
|
| I see a plain, plain place
|
| I see you think that you’re a savior
|
| You think you’re Jesus Christ
|
| From what I’ve seen of our shepherds
|
| Your type had best think twice
|
| Your master plan to save me
|
| Just doesn’t suit me right
|
| You’d like to suit me up?
|
| Well you had best think twice again
|
| Yeah we all want something
|
| Something we haven’t got
|
| How much’ll you give up?
|
| Allow yourself to be forgot?
|
| Scores of plastic people
|
| Not just a chosen few
|
| Every (single last) one of us
|
| Yeah what they really want is you
|
| What they want’s too much of you
|
| When what they want is you
|
| What they gotta have is you |