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

Electronic