Lyrics:
really have em’ but i ain’t expecting nothing
The most they’re doing is is trying to turn me into this nothing
Guess what I'm not a robot, a robot
Guess
these gears of war
Churning out death in this machine
This world will never be the same
Chared by fires from the sky
Oh, how the pendulum it swings
England swings like a pendulum do
Bobbies on bicycles, two by two
Westminster Abbey, the tower of Big Ben
The rosy-red cheeks of the little children
outlive me
By ten thousand years
And will sing amazing grace
As they re-adjust her gears
Oh my robot don't you turn away
Don't you leave me here alone
Oh
Robots and machines are we
Do the day to day
Minutes on the clock go by
Same thing every day
Consciously we listen
To the thoughts that haunt our
It's the swing
It's the swing like a pendulum
It marks the moments as the years go by in an innocent phase
The swing into never-never land
There
We follow
Trajectory
Determined
Calculated
Unavoidable
The pendulum's swing
Death comes to all, inevitable conclusion
When the curtain falls,
the future is here
I’ll keep you right by my side
When you need me
I swear I’m gone have to ride by
I’ll love you baby robot
I’ll love you with my whole
Things that break, AI
Things that fail
Replace the human race, AI
Steal your face
Robots, come on and take your stands
This one was made by human
England swings like a pendulum do
Bobbies on bicycles, two by two
Westminster Abbey, the tower of Big Ben
The rosy-red cheeks of the little children
England swings like a pendulum do
Bobbies on bicycles, two by two
Westminster Abbey, the tower of Big Ben
The rosy-red cheeks of the little children
England swings like a pendulum do
Bobbies on bicycles, two by two
Westminster Abbey, the tower of Big Ben
The rosy-red cheeks of the little children
Pewien robot bardzo tani (robot głupi robot)
Wyznał miłość pannie Frani (robot głupi robot)
Wrzeszczał głośno jak najęty (robot głupi robot)
Prawiąc
Racing thoughts going by
I forget them every time
Losing all sense of time
Every minute drags till night
Pinch my hands, feel no pain
They're not
England swings like a pendulum do
Bobbies on bicycles, two by two
Westminster Abbey, the tower of Big Ben
The rosy red cheeks of the little
walk over your grave
Think that there's no other way to live your life free of the blame
Of plastic boxes made by slaves in foreign countries owned by
sad story that I've come to know
It's not right
It's not right
It's not right
You're not right!
I should know by now the pendulum swings slow
Back
Farnsworth
I can't believe the Devil is so unforgiving
Zoidberg
I can't believe everybody is just ad-libbing!
Robot Preacher
By the power invested in me by
Reflections in a rice field
The spreading of the desert gold
A sky that's free of clouds
You see the pendulum swing by
Out of the corner of your eye
robot
We got by
Because I put it away
Are you the one that's stopping me?
Now I'm here
So you can show affection
It's my fault but I'm not sorry
Quick
From Hell is Other Robots
Robot Devil: Gentlemen?
[Music starts]
Bender:
Aw, crap, singing. Mind if I smoke?
Robot Devil:
Cigar's are evil, you
And walking home while singing love songs written by machine
And maybe something sees us here and maybe he'll forgive
Charging craven images from plugs until
Left me stranded
On the docks in the water
Felt so rejected
By my own damn father
Abused and beaten
Wanted my life to be over
I didn't care about me
dimensions hold you back or so the doctors say
Love machine in overdrive and credits by the score
Tribal pulse beat generator nails you to the floor
Robot
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