[Verse 1]
I like people.
I'd like some paper people.
They'd be purple paper people.
Maybe pop-up purple paper people.
Proper pop-up purple paper people.
How do you prop up proper pop-up purple paper people, I hear you cry?
Well I, I'd probably prop up proper pop-up purple paper people with a proper prop up purple people paper clip
But I'd pre-prepare appropriate adhesives as alternatives
A cheeky pack of blu-tack just in case the paper slipped.

[Verse 2]
'Cause, I could build a pop-up metropolis.
But I wouldn't want to deal with all those paper people politics
Paper politicians with their paper-thin policies
Broken promises that appropriate apologies.

[Verse 3]
There'd be a little paper me,
And a little paper you
And we could watch TV and it would all be pay-per-view.
We would see those poppy paper rappers rap about their paper package or watch paper peoples [?] get caught up in paper traffic on the A4.
There'd be a paper princess Kate
But we'd all stare at paper Pippa.
And we'd all live in fear of killer Jack the paper Ripper.
Because the paper propaganda propagates the peoples prejudices
Because the paper's printing pictures of the photogenic terrorists.
[Verse 4]
It's a little paper me
And a little paper you
And in a paper population peoples problems pop up too.
There'd be that pompous paper parliament
Who remained out of touch and ignored the peoples protests about all the paper cuts.
And then the peaceful paper protest would get blown to paper pieces by the confetti cannons by the preemptive police.
And yes, there's still be paper money
So there'd still be paper greed
And the paper piggy bank porkers pocketing more than they need
purchasing the potpourri to pepper their paper properties.
Others live in poverty and ain't acknowledged properly
A proper poor economy where so many are proper poor.
One mans needs get ignored
The money goes to big wars.
Origami armies unfold plans for paper planes
And we remain imprisoned in our own paper chains
But the greater shame
Is that it always seems to stay the same.
What changes is who's in power
Choosing how to lay the blame then naming names.
Forgetting these are names of people.
Because in the end it all comes down to people.
I like people.

[Verse 5]
You see when the situations dire it is only ever people who are able to inspire and on paper its hard to see how we all cope.
But in the bottom of Pandora's box there's still hope and I still hope 'cause I believe in people
People like my grandparents, who every single day since I was born have taken time off their morning to pray for me.
That's 7892 days straight of someone checking I'm OK and that's amazing.
People like my aunt who puts on plays with prisoners
Who are capable of genuine forgiveness
People like the persecuted Palestinians.
People who go out of their way to make your life better and expect nothing in return.
You see people have potential to be powerful.
Just because the people in power tend to pretend to be vicious we don't need to succumb to that system.
And a paper population is no different.
[Verse 6]
So its a little paper me
And a little paper you
And in a pop-up population peoples problems pop up too.
And if the whole world fell apart then we'd still make it through
Because we're people.