Electric Prunes Wind-up Toys
See them walking Keys are turning 'round in a circle Feet don't touch the ground They are coming from tomorrow Bringing sadness and some sorrow home.
Plastic faces cannt hide their tears Though they're ageless, moments are their years Walking faster to disaster Children follow, beat the hollow drum;
We'r just the wind-up toys For wind-up girls and wind-up boys In a wind-up world that knows we are not real.
In a box now we are put away We won't wind up till another day Walking faster, you're the master Children follow, beat the hollow drum;
We'r just the wind-up toys For wind-up girls and wind-up boys In a wind-up world that knows we are not real, we are not real.
