Rubber man, never
Straight and right, and he,
Doesn't fight when he's pushed around
Steady now, Take the strike, hammer
Coming down to go and shape this heart
And there's nothing I can do
Fold me over pull me through
Now I'm straight in front of you
Will I fold? Plastic soul.
Don't make a run for it
Stick to my guns for it
Pray for some – where to rest my arms
A Rubber Man never
Breaks or bites and
You can bend him right and he'll break apart.
But there's nothing I can do
Fold me over pull me through
Now I'm straight in front of you
Will I fold? Plastic soul.
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