Robots Can Fuck Your Shit Up by The Gay Blades Lyrics

I'm rusted and
Just for the lark
I would trade
All of my moving parts
If you can move me
Like you say you can
Are you pretending
You can love a tin can
Cold, tired and stale
Help me get away from here

This is what I want for my life
But I'm not sure if I'm programmed right
Or if I'm under the gun
With some sick fascination to over indulge
And it seems
Like these nuts and bolts and dreams
Always find some way to compete
The latter never comes up clean, OH!

Oh you say that you want me
Mirrors and flesh never meld that easy
And never can we kiss like
The scene in these shows
Never will lens grace
Our awkward pose
By igniting on embrace
Irony is all I taste
This is what I want for my life
But I'm not sure if I'm programmed right
Or if I'm under the gun
With some sick fascination to over indulge
And it seems
Like these nuts and bolts and dreams
Always find some way to compete
And the latter never comes up clean

And I said
This is what I want for my life
But I'm not sure if I'm programmed right
Or if I'm under the gun
With some sick fascination

Oh my baby, drives me crazy
Cause I'm your favorite wind-up toy
You're just too good to destroy