Automatic people Wake up early in the morning, Go to feed the pigeons, Go to swim the oceans, Watch the TV shows, Kiss in shady alleys.
Automatic people Like to sleep on Sundays, Eat the chocolate ice-cream, Drink their coffee slowly, Need someone to hug them, Feel the cold and close the doors.
They just want to be happy, Living in a world with the lack of harmony With the storms and the bombs and the harm from mobile phones. They just want to be happy, Living in a world with the lack of harmony With the trash in the seas and the risk of lung disease.
Automatic people Wake up early in the morning, Go to feed the pigeons, Go to swim the oceans, Watch the TV shows, Kiss in shady alleys.
Automatic people Work to get some money, Talk in funny voices, Laughing out loudly, Share their humble opinions, Count the automatic sheep.
They just want to be happy, Living in a world with the lack of harmony With the storms and the bombs and the harm from mobile phones. They just want to be happy, Living in a world with the lack of harmony With the trash in the seas and the risk of lung disease. They just want to be happy, Living in a world with the lack of harmony With the past and the Post and the fear of haunting ghosts. They just want to be happy, Living in a world with the lack of harmony With the taxes and the beeping fax-machines With constant noise.