Armchair Cynics Drones
Let the drones go free
Open up the back door to the alley
Will they act like men
Or build weapons against the Americans
Will we build them with our own bare hands
One quick decision
We can tear them to the ground
I'm so mechanical, rational
For the automatic slave
Where the trick's makin' myself believe
I am truly free
So lie me up in the streets and malls
Where I'm a number, not a name
And we'll be selling conversations soon
There's nothing left, nothing left to save
Let the drones go free
Live the rest of their lives happily
In the motor heart
Lined up in a row symmetrically
So just follow me down the production line
Where robot arms with memories build us to another time
I'm so mechanical, rational
For the automatic slave
Where the trick's makin' myself believe
I am truly free
So lie me up in the streets and malls
Where I'm a number, not a name
And we'll be selling conversations soon
There's nothing left, nothing left to save
[instrumental interlude]
I'm so mechanical, rational
For the automatic slave
Where the trick's makin' myself believe
I am truly free
So lie me up in the streets and malls
Where I'm a number, not a name
And we'll be selling conversations soon
There's nothing left, nothing left to save
