Robots Can F**k Your Sh*t Up-The Gay Blades

Robots Can F**k Your Sh*t Up - The Gay Blades I'm rusted and Just for the 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 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 bolts and dreams Always find some way to compete The latter never comes up clean, OH! Oh you say that you want me Mirrors and flesh never meld 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 bolts and dreams Always find some way to compete And the latter never comes up clean 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 Oh my baby, drives me crazy Cause I'm your favorite wind-up toy You're just too good to destroy