All shining brightly polished
in the late light of this late night
You all use telephones
talk to machines, dial-tones
yellow pages stained with desperation
Held up on a platform
epitomize the norm
factory-manufactured
We are the prototypes
this was all just a test
they never got it right
Warm humid pollution
stains your aluminum lungs
you're used to the taste
Where are the birds?
They've flown, they've gone
done what you could never do
While you're trapped
tracking steps with satellites
Where'd you park the car?
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