We're out of control on this loony balloon, barely missing the other planets and stars.

It doesn't matter who you are, there are stars in every city, in every house, and on every street.

Terrorist bombers on the left, fascist plots on the right.

Standing in the middle of nowhere, wondering how to begin. Lost between tomorrow and yesterday, between now and then.

Celluloid heroes never feel any pain.

When he feels the world is closing in, he turns his stereo way up high. He just spends his life, living in a rock and roll fantasy.

Plastic man got no brain, plastic man don't feel no pain.