| Song | Everyday Robots |
| Artist | Damon Albarn |
| Album | Chilled Summer |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 'They didn’t know where they was going, but they knew where they was wasn’t it' | |
| We are everyday robots on our phones | |
| In the process of getting home | |
| Looking like standing stones | |
| Out there on our own | |
| We’re everyday robots in control | |
| Or in the process of being sold | |
| Driving in adjacent cars | |
| ‘Til you press restart | |
| Everyday robots just touch thumbs | |
| Swimmin’ in lingo they become | |
| Stricken in a status sea | |
| One more vacancy | |
| For everyday robots getting old | |
| When our lips are cold | |
| Lookin’ like standing stones | |
| Out there on our own | |
| Little robots in ringback tones | |
| In the process of getting home |
| ' They didn' t know where they was going, but they knew where they was wasn' t it' | |
| We are everyday robots on our phones | |
| In the process of getting home | |
| Looking like standing stones | |
| Out there on our own | |
| We' re everyday robots in control | |
| Or in the process of being sold | |
| Driving in adjacent cars | |
| ' Til you press restart | |
| Everyday robots just touch thumbs | |
| Swimmin' in lingo they become | |
| Stricken in a status sea | |
| One more vacancy | |
| For everyday robots getting old | |
| When our lips are cold | |
| Lookin' like standing stones | |
| Out there on our own | |
| Little robots in ringback tones | |
| In the process of getting home |
| ' They didn' t know where they was going, but they knew where they was wasn' t it' | |
| We are everyday robots on our phones | |
| In the process of getting home | |
| Looking like standing stones | |
| Out there on our own | |
| We' re everyday robots in control | |
| Or in the process of being sold | |
| Driving in adjacent cars | |
| ' Til you press restart | |
| Everyday robots just touch thumbs | |
| Swimmin' in lingo they become | |
| Stricken in a status sea | |
| One more vacancy | |
| For everyday robots getting old | |
| When our lips are cold | |
| Lookin' like standing stones | |
| Out there on our own | |
| Little robots in ringback tones | |
| In the process of getting home |