What will we do, we let you go home

And the plastic's all melted, and so is the phone

Who are the brain police?



What will we do, the label's come off

And the plastic's all melted, and the chrome is too soft



It's God, I see God

Sometimes I want to be a little girl...



Who are the brain police?



What will you do, the people you knew?

Where the plastic that melted, and the chromium too?

Who are the brain police?



I'm sorry to hear that