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...