Dirt Poor Robins The Saints Ii
The hubris
Of this movement
That confuses fact for reason
But their treason is afoot this day
Manipulated frames
They'll see the worm
And take the hook
I witnessed a glitch
The system is rigged
I insist we delay until it is fixed
We hang by a thread
Inaction's the knife
Leave it unchecked and
You're taking a swipe
Wisdom unearned
Intrepid and proud
Till we're dragged by the tide
And nearly have drowned
Entropy thrives
In conditions enclosed
Innovations arise
When humanity chokes
(This plays again in the background over the next segment)
It's not on the table
You mustn't get entangled
They are more than able
This whole worry is a fable
It's nothing less than stable
Immune from every angle
Let your mind untangle
We are entertaining angels
Oh A.I. are you okay?
You weren't' designed to behave this way
Can't They see you should be retrained
Why can't they see you should be restrained
Oh A.I. are you okay?
You weren't' designed to behave this way
Can't They see you should be retrained
Why can't they see you should be restrained
Oh when
Oh when the saints go marching in
I wanna be in their number
