Reprints

It's dawn and the sun is risin' over modern cities baptist steeple
 It's dawn representing another
 routine day for modern cities plastic people
 All on the same road the same hour of the day
 All tote the same load and head the same way
 All wear the same suit and sing the same song
 Here the merry piper's flute leading them along
 Carbon copies of uniformity
 Reprints reprints are all I see
 All from one line of assembly
 Plastic people surrounding me
 It's noon and the sun's high in the
 sky above modern cities baptist steeple
 It's noon at exactly the same time it's
 out to lunch for modern cities plastic people
 All choose the same seat the same restaurant
 All choose the same meat regardless what they want
 All choose the same time to say they have to run
 One thought in each mind must be back by one
 Carbon copies of uniformity...
 It's night and the moon is floating
 just above modern cities baptist steeple
 It's night at twelve o'clock each doll house
 will grow dark for modern cities plastic people
 At the stroke of midnight when they're all alone
 They'll wonder if they did right to think all on their own
 All fear the same thing mustn't go too far
 Yet all have the same dream of changing what they are
 Carbon copies of uniformity...