The look in your dead eyes says that you've seen a lot of war
A veteran of the great unrest of 1994
On my bedroom floor
On my bedroom floor
Your cold, unyeilding hands wrap tightly 'round your M16
You've only got three bullets 'til you change your magazine
At least in my dreams
At least in my dreams

If I tell you that it's over it's not something that you said
You just got this nasty habit of losing your head
If I tell you that you're finished don't you try to make a stand
I'll replace you with another Action Man
Action Man

We've had all of the meetings and we've seen all of the breifs
You're too old to fight in the conflict in the Middle East
Near the carpet crease
Near the carpet crease
You've won a lot of medals and you've killed a thousand men
Now your joints are getting stiffer, paint is fading from your skin
How you gonna win?
You're not gonna win

If I tell you that it's over it's not something that you said
You just got this nasty habit of losing your head
If I tell you that you're finished don't you try to make a stand
I'll replace you with another Action Man
Action Man

Since you were moulded there's been seven reissues
But you insist you've got another fight in you
Well I implore you, don't do anything drastic
'Cause you're only made of plastic