الأغاني: The Slackers. Robots.

For years I have heard of
The coming of robots.
But now I know that
The robots are here.
Either automaton
Or else humble servant.
Either way they are robot
Either way they*re not human.

They need electronic impulse to provide information
They need electronic impulse to provide relaxation.
They need electronic impulse to make every decision.
If that*s not a robot, then tell me what is.

See I*ve read of cyborgs
In old science fiction.
Those partly human
And those partly machine.
That when they are commanded,
Ooh, they do what they*re ordered.
The machine is strong
As the human is weak.
So now I*m talking to cell phones
I*m using microwave ovens
From automatic tollbooths to banking machines
My mind is clouded
With digital static
With more information
Man, than I can receive.
So I*m runnin* for cover
Out to the country
Beneath the cover of treetops.
And under the leaves.

I know up in the heavens
The little cameras can see me
That if I step foot on
the old civilized streets
See, I must escape from
The mechanical army
Their cold eyes staring
And hard x-ray beams.
Their mind*s a computer
I know they mean to harm me
As I skirt past the laws
And I slip through the seams.

See I*ve only heard of
The coming of robots
And now the robots
Are all that I see
I see them wearing the t-shirts
And by in the concerts
They*re being just where they*re
They*re supposed to be.
Drinking the coffee
and eating the sugar
Ooh, I look in the mirror
It*s you and it*s me.

See, I am a robot. (I am a robot)
I am a robot. (I am a robot)
I am a robot. (I am a robot)
Listen to me.
I am a robot. (I am a robot)
I am a robot. (I am a robot)
I am a robot. (I am a robot)