They line up here to sing They line up there to dance Lord make my name known all around They say give me a chance A pepper packet bookmark keeps you in your place Drop it here and disappear, you're gone so what's the haste And what's the use with all these who's who's I can't get through to you Spend too much time on wheels When all is said and done It takes much time to see things through But that don't bring me down With plastic in your dreams and plastic is my home I never thought that this busy town'd make me feel so alone So what's the use, we can't refuse Our hands are tied with you Sleep and dream of plastic sheep