you're just walking around, your little mazes
figuring out, how to get by, how to get laid
and get famous, get yourself paid
impress the guys
you're taught to divide, the world into
buddies and wives, sluts and wimps
and ever since, you've kept a scorecard
how else to prove, you're such the pimp
you are just a robot, executing a program
get on the train where the crowd is tightening
to push yourself up against a girl
and when you're not getting play
you keep trying, you don't understand the consentual way
you are just a robot, executing a program
you are just a robot, an imitation of a man
she told me one night,
when we were lying quiet and cold, something not right
it had been months, since the good times
once there was sun, now there was night
and she said to me, as she turned on the light
"there's something you don't know, keeps me from feeling right.
i once knew a guy, i'd seen him around
he know all my friends, he came from town
one night at a party, we both were there
he followed me into the bathroom, he grabbed my hair,"
and she said "i still remember just how the floor felt,
and how my head would hit the tub"
now where is, that robot, is he alive or is he done?
does he breathe, the air that i breathe?
is he kept warm but the same sun?
you are just a robot, executing the program
an imitation of a man, executing the program
an imitation of a man, an imitation of a man
an imitation of a man, an imitation of a man
an imitation of a man
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