Robots Can Fuck Your Shit Up letra

I am plastic
Just for a lark
I would trade
All of my moving parts
If you can move me
Like you say you can
Are you pretending
You can love a tin can
Cold, tired and stale
Help me get away from here

This is what i want for my life
But im not sure if im programmed right
Or if im under the gun
With some sick fascination to over indulge
And it seems
Like these nuts and bolds and dreams
Always find some way to compete
And i don't ever ?

Oh you say that you want me
Mirrors and flesh never fell that easy
And never can we kiss like
The scene in these shows
Never will lens grace
Our awkward pose
By igniting on embrace
Irony is all i taste

This is what i want for my life
But i'm not sure if i'm programmed right
Or if i'm under the gun
With some sick fascination to over indulge
And it seems
Like these nuts and bolds and dreams
Always find some way to compete
And i don't ever ?
And i said
This is what i want for my life
But i'm not sure if i'm programmed right
Or if i'm under the gun
With some sick fascination

The Gay Blades - Letras

• Bob Dylan's 115 Nightmare
• Burns And Shakes
• Cellphone Song
• Compliments Can Kill
• Dog Day Afternoon
• Every Night Is Like a Revival
• Hey She Say
• Mick Jagger
• N.H.D.N (Not Having Done Nothing)
• November Fight Song
• O Shot
• Prologue For The Pure Heart
• Puppy Mills Presents
• Robots Can Fuck Your Shit Up
• Shadow's Like A Ghost
• Shake The Graves
• Too Cool To Quit
• Try To Understand
• Wasted On The Youth
• We Wear Mittens
• Why Can't I Grow A Beard?
• Why Winter In Detroit?