Won't Change Me
Surrounded by plastic people on the streets
On the underground, the highway and the factories
Surrounded by people with polished shoes
In the public loo's, believing their own hidden use
Surrounded by people going round and round
Without any doubt, head down in the underground
Surrounded by plastic people on the streets
On crowding feet, amongst their own dying breed
Surrounded by plastic people on the streets
In the underground, the highway and the factories
Surrounded by plastic people on the streets
On crowding feet, amongst their own dying breed
They see, they see, without knowing why they won't agree
They see, they see, without knowing why they won't agree
And they won't change me
Surrounded by plastic people, talking to doors and walls
Surrounded by plastic people, talking to cats and dogs
No me cambiarán
Rodeado de gente de plástico en las calles
En el metro, la autopista y las fábricas
Rodeado de personas con zapatos pulidos
En los baños públicos, creyendo en su propio uso oculto
Rodeado de personas dando vueltas y vueltas
Sin ninguna duda, con la cabeza baja en el metro
Rodeado de gente de plástico en las calles
En pies abarrotados, entre su propia raza moribunda
Rodeado de gente de plástico en las calles
En el metro, la autopista y las fábricas
Rodeado de gente de plástico en las calles
En pies abarrotados, entre su propia raza moribunda
Ven, ven, sin saber por qué no estarán de acuerdo
Ven, ven, sin saber por qué no estarán de acuerdo
Y no me cambiarán
Rodeado de gente de plástico, hablando con puertas y paredes
Rodeado de gente de plástico, hablando con gatos y perros