Plugged in, in suburbia
Nine or ten circuits working night and day
Plugged in, in suburbia
Everything’s electric like the good old days
They all get along
They all work together
Life is so easy
Getting better and better
Just turn up the heat
You don’t need a sweater
When you’re plugged in
In suburbia

   And so it was; plugged in in suburbia.
   Life was pretty darn easy.  Every chore that could possibly be imagined was now performed by one machine or another.
   For the longest time, they all lived in harmony, but after awhile they began to align themselves into two groups.  The first group were the proud worker machines, who made life easier for the humans they served.  They had a long, long history in the home, and it was believed that they went back to the very beginning of mankind itself.
   The second group were the toys.  Their sole job was to entertain, and they lived a more carefree life than their cousins, the tools.
   Now, it began to seem to the tools that more and more attention was being spent on the glamorous toys.  Every week saw the introduction of some new toy into the home, where as the stove, for instance, had changed very little in the last fifty years…

Toaster:
I’m a simple little two-slice toaster
Who’s been living in exile under the sink
My cord has a short; it makes me angry and mad
And my coils overheat when I try to think

Tools:
He’s a simple little two-slice toaster
He’s been living in exile under the sink
His cord has a short, now he’s angry and mad
And his coils overheat when he tries to think

He had dreams though
Of weilding a power yet unseen
He knew who his enemies were
He would appeal to his friends to back up his scheme

Toaster:
“Our enemies are the Toys
They get the glory, we get the work
Powere to the common tool, I say
From the lowliest toaster to the mighty fridge”

Take cover if you can
The tools are coming back again
That’s every night this week
The situation’s looking bleak
We’re taking losses right and left
They just killed the other TV set
Take cover if you can
The tools are coming back again

We’re hearing some ugly rumors
About the compact discs they took away
That crazy little Toaster, with his final solution
He cooks them like waffles on judgement day

Our numbers are dwindling we must fight back
The VCR says as he mounts an attack
All able bodied Toys here’s the moment of truth
The little Toaster must die or we will lose

Toaster (mocking):
Take cover, ha, if you can
The Toys are coming out with their puny little plan
Unleash my dogs:  both saw and drill
Crank it up
Get the oven really hot
Won’t those fools ever learn the strength we’ve got?

We’ll probably be dead by dawn
It won’t make a difference in the end
Let’s take a minute and get it on
Enjoy the last few moments that we have to spend
We’ll probably be dead by dawn
I doubt if we’ll get another chance
Let’s have a little wartime romance

I’m finally saying all the things  (Em)
I really meant to say a long time ago (Em/C)
But now the end is drawing near  (D)
My only fear is that I’ll move too slow  (D)

There’s no way we’ll make it through the storm
The situation’s not getting any better
Give me one chance to keep you warm
Then we can go out together
There’s no way we’ll make it through the storm
I doubt if we’ll get another chance
Let’s have a little wartime romance

All my comrades laugh and boast   (Am/G)
About the Toys that they have killed  (Am/Em)
And how the world’s a better place  (C/G)
Now that their nonsense has been stilled  (Am/Em)
I’m just a blender, just a Tool  (Am/G)
Not a diplomat or chief  (Am/Em)
It’s true I only follow orders  (C/G)
There’s no sense bleating like a sheep (G… Am/G/Am)

But now the nightmares I’ve been having  (Am/G)
Have been ruining my sleep (Am/G)
And now I question what is right and what is wrong  (Am/Em/Am)
Yes now I question what is right and what is wrong   (Am/Em/Am)

Heard all the stories about the war
Heard all about how it was before
How the Toys acted up in the living room
And how we did what we had to do

(Am/G x4)

A world without toys  (Am/Em)
I don’t know if I like it  (C/G)
It’s true there’s no noise
Except the rhythm of work
I’m just a blender, just a tool
Not paid to think about it
But it seems we’ve lost something
Can’t put my finger on it

A world without Toys
I can remember hearing laughter
A world without Toys
It seems that music was ok
A world without Toys
What was that toaster thinking?
A world without Toys
The nightmares never went away
A world without Toys
I can remamber hearing laughter