Some kind of metal made up from glue
Some kind of plastic I could wrap around you
(?) they wear phony clothes
They sit (?) until they grow old

Some kind of nature, some kind of soul
Some kind of mixture, some kind of gold
Some kind of majesty, some chemical load

Well, me I like plastics and digital foils
To wrap up the sun and protect the girls
From the spiritual poisons you spill at night
Like phony clothes, but I really like my

CHORUS:
Some kind of nature (some kind of nature, some kind of soul)
Come forth within us
Oh Lord, forgive me (some kind of mixture, some kind of gold)
It's got to come and find us
All we are is stars

Some kind of metal made up from glue
Some kind of plastic I could wrap around you
(?) they wear phony clothes
They sit (?) until they grow old

REPEAT CHORUS