Hawkwind - Robot Lyrics
Calvert - Brock - )Nine to five or ten to six, up to the city and back to the sticksYou've got to unwind your mind, you've got to unwind your mindSit back, switch on, your face has got a twitch onYour fuses are blown out in a double bindAir-conditioned, psycho-analysed, you're very nearly human,you're so well disguisedRobot, Robot, you're a Robot, RobotYou're warm when it's cold, you're cool when it's hotYour life is recorded on a micro-dot, Robot, RobotYou'd hold the whole world in your metal clawsif it wasn't for the three laws of roboticsAutomated homunculus, you queue for the paperYou queue for the bus, you're a "good morning" machineYou're a "how are you?" deviceSit back, light up, never put a fight upSit there fuming until your face goes greenAir conditioned, and desensitised, you're very nearly humanYou're so well disguisedRobot, RobotI am a robotI am your slaveI can not harm youI can only obeyThe Three Laws___________________________________________________________________
