Hawkwind
Lyric Book
Robot
( - Calvert - Brock - )
Nine to five or ten to six, up to the city and back to the sticks
You've got to unwind your mind, you've got to unwind your mind
Sit back, switch on, your face has got a twitch on
Your fuses are blown out in a double bind
Air-conditioned, psycho-analysed, you're very nearly human,
you're so well disguised
Robot, Robot, you're a Robot, Robot
You're warm when it's cold, you're cool when it's hot
Your life is recorded on a micro-dot, Robot, Robot
You'd hold the whole world in your metal claws
if it wasn't for the three laws of robotics
Automated homunculus, you queue for the paper
You queue for the bus, you're a "good morning" machine
You're a "how are you?" device
Sit back, light up, never put a fight up
Sit there fuming until your face goes green
Air conditioned, and desensitised, you're very nearly human
You're so well disguised
Robot, Robot
I am a robot
I am your slave
I can not harm you
I can only obey
The Three Laws
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