Guess we all want something Something we haven't got There's a feelin' that I get when I see all those that just have not Someday this place'll be Where man is all the same All lookin' like salesman They'll even change our name And... (Although) I see one people (We're all) one human race Communication will save us I see a plain, plain place I see you think that you're a savior You think you're Jesus Christ From what I've seen of our shepherds Your type had best think twice Your master plan to save me Just doesn't suit me right You'd like to suit me up? Well you had best think twice again Yeah we all want something Something we haven't got How much'll you give up? Allow yourself to be forgot? Scores of plastic people Not just a chosen few Every (single last) one of us Yeah what they really want is you What they want's too much of you When what they want is you What they gotta have is you