Won't Change Me - Disturbance

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