| You can wait over there |
| In the toy box |
| Oh that’s where |
| The plastic people go |
| Fading skin and frosted eyes |
| You’re cold-blooded cool |
| But you’re boiling inside |
| She’s got a brain like a rubber band |
| Make her think too hard and |
| It’s gonna snap, it’s gonna snap, it’s gonna snap |
| You don’t have to think much |
| You don’t have to think much |
| You don’t have to think much |
| When you’re made from plastic |
| Perfect teeth cut down by machines |
| They’re smiling wide, they’re smiling wide |
| Silkscreened faces always wet with touchup paint |
| Trying to change the way they came |
| Trying to change, trying to change, trying to change |
| You don’t have to think much |
| You don’t have to think much |
| You don’t have to think much |
| You don’t have to think much |
| You don’t have to think much |
| You don’t have to think much |
| When you’re made from plastic |
| It’s not alright |
| To take what’s mine, to take what’s mine, to take what’s mine |
| It’s not okay |
| To waste my time, to waste my time, to waste my time |
| Just because you’re made from plastic |
| You don’t have to think much |
| You don’t have to think much |
| You don’t have to think much |
| When you’re made from plastic |