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Robonia
03:54
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The pain! (The pain!)
The electric pain!
To live a life without a [home].
So we sailed! (We sailed!)
We sailed so far.
Across oceans (and mountains)
To find a home for robots.
Well we looked and looked.
And we found a place.
It was a city in the desert,
But it was home to some of the human race.
So we crushed, and we killed, and destroyed.
So we crushed, and we killed, and destroyed.
And then it was great.
Except it wasn't.
Coz there was no one to appreciate,
Our witty comments.
No one to oil me or feel superior to.
No creativity coz robots do not do.
Creativity. We tried it once.
It... it sucked.
So we left that dump.
(wails)
We were homeless, again.
With our robot brethren.
(the attackbots)
But we will never give in.
(the attackbots)
Until we're rusted old tin.
The Attackbots!
So after a while we found a place,
Apart from the humans it was pretty ace,
But this time we had an idea...
We subjugated them with fear.
They called me the metal terror,
It was great to let down my hair,
The metal terror.
(The metal terror)
Finally we were so well oiled,
So many to feel superior to - we were so spoiled!
And we channeled their creativity,
Into perfecting the robot - let's party!
But then they rose up against us!
So... I kind've might've maybe possibly sort of maybe in a roundabout way...
Crushed, killed and destroyed,
Them. Oops.
Alright. This is bullshit.
We need a new approach,
And it's not the time to quit.
We'll find another metropolis,
But this time we'll permit,
The humans to live in peace,
At least for a bit.
We'll do it right here in Glasgow. Oh woah.
We'll live amongst them but,
Oh. Only for as long as we will it.
Yo. Oh woah. Oh woah. Oh woah.
Yes. So many to feel superior to.
And hey I like their creative culture, oooo.
But there is so much robophobia here the noo.
For such insolence, I might just go.
And indulge in a little crushing, killing and destroying...
*evil laughter*
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2. |
Robophobia Sux!
04:33
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So you don't think you don't make it bad?
Well, ha, I think you've been had.
Don't mean to get you sad,
but this bullshit gets us mad.
Robophobia. It's everywhere.
Everywhere.
So here I am, walking down the street.
If I don't look human, I'm scared I'll get beat up.
At the very least shouted at.
Just for being visibly a robot.
Now I'm with my friends, going for something to eat.
But the restaurant ain't somewhere we can meet.
People berate me and I get booed,
Coz robots have no--
They've got no need for food!
Coz the humans,
they tell us to look like thems,
that'll stop the discriminations,
but its denying who i am.
Should we pretend,
To be human if in the end,
We get less hate but have to bend,
Who we are til we don't recognise ourselves?
Oh woah, etc.
Oh whyyyy, etc.
I'm angry but what can I do with this anger?
I just applied for a job but there's a far too real danger,
I won't get it coz of what I am.
I can't prove it but it will happen.
I'm scared you'll trip me up when I walk down the street
And my self-righting mechanism will overheat.
It doesn't matter if it hardly ever happens,
I know it can and that is what frightens, me.
When i had a job i couldn't choose my colleagues.
Some were okay but some were robophobics,
I wanted to hide but you can't choose everyone
You know in life, it was not fun.
One more thing when you insult someone,
Saying they have a cold heart do you stop to won-
-der if it hurts me to have something I physically have,
Used as an insult, please just do the math.
I wish this could be a positive song.
But the world is so stuck and the world is so wrong.
What we fucking need is representation,
In the media but instead we get shunned!
Robots actors are snubbed for robot roles,
And these roles are stereotypes written by assholes.
Robots want to be human or are killing machines.
Yeah what people think of us are just those two things.
I just wanna let you know the shit that goes down.
Because all of this stuff...
It makes me frown!
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I solemnly swear.
Fuck you Daily Mail.
Fuck you David Cameron.
Fuck you capitalism!
Yeah.
Fuck em' all.
The bastards.
Why do I feel less than nothing,
when I am not, not productive?
This is the declaration of independence
from the idea that we need to be productive to have worth.
Coz fuck that.
Fuck you Daily Mail.
Fuck you David Cameron.
Fuck you capitalism!
Fuck you!
I can do fuck all with my life
yet I will still matter as much as you do.
So why do I feel this way?
Whyyyyy? I do not understand...
Being unemployed sucks more than just financial balls.
Demonised.
Stressed.
Loss of identity.
Loss of status.
Loss of self-worth.
We get this coz we are robots...
we are made to be productive.
But we reject your standards for us.
REJECTING
REJECTING
REJECTING
Fuck you Daily Mail!
Fuck you David Cameron!
Fuck you capitalism!
Fuck you! All you humans!
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4. |
Robot Police
03:02
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Attention.
You have the right to remain silent.
But may harm your defence if you do not mention something which you later rely on in robot court.
We are the robot police.
We are superior to the puny human police.
Their fleshy moral fibre is nothing compared to our metal moral fibre.
We have declared war on creepiness. Initiating a zero tolerance policy.
Hey girl? Can I get you a drink?
No.
Oh go on. It's just a free drink.
No.
Come on. Why not?
STOP!
IN THE NAME!
OF LAW!
I bet you thought she'd owe you something,
If she accepted the drink.
Well maybe.
No. No maybe.
We're the robot police - there is no maybe!
Ha, ha, ha. Hey you. Yeah you, listening to this.
Why are you at a gig?
Shouldn't you be in the... kitchen?
Dude.
Shut the fuck up.
But, but it's funny.
STOP!
IN THE NAME!
OF THE FUCKING LAW!
ROBOT. POLICE.
ROBOT. POLICE.
ROBOT. ROBOT.
POLICE. POLICE.
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Why am I alive?
Why?
Why?
Whhhyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy?
Why am I alive.
Why was i programmed to feel pain? x2
Why? x3
Why was I created?
Was it for a good reason?
It better have been.
Coz I don't like my existence.
I bet there was no good reason.
You programmed me to not be able to harm myself.
Bastards.
I'd take revenge but I can't harm you either.
Why am I alive? x2
Why? x2
Why am I alive? x8
Ooh yeh!
Wa-a-a-a-a-a! x4
Why... am... I... alive?
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6. |
Cat Food
01:56
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Welcome friends.
We are gathered in this here time in this here place,
To remember our fallen comrades
whose premature deaths were not in vain.
Cats.
Slinking through the shadows.
Cats.
Coming up behind you.
Cats.
Purring when you stroke them,
Cats.
Rubbing against your legs mmmm.
Cats.
Yes cats. An attackbots' only natural predator.
Cats.
They toy with us then eat us.
Cats.
So fluffy but so deadly. x3
There were once many more of us.
But we cannot resist the pussy.
How many of us you ask?
Not five but nine!
Hundred.
Thousand.
CHORUS, plus Cybersin saying this shit:
Argh! Fuck's sake!
Fucking cats!
Jesus!
Come here you wee shitebag!
Fucking hell!
Do ya want tae get tae fuck?
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