Robot Goes Here Seeing Green
I found the idea for this song at the bottom of a
dumpster along with a book on conservation and a bottle
of shampoo.
Seems like someone hadn't been doing their reading...
I saw a heart sunk into the pavement, and floating in
it was a cigarette butt.
I thought to myself "Oh, that's nice.
The city loves to throw away."
We throw away our hearts.
We throw away our minds.
We throw away our time.
We throw away our lives.
Our hearts, our minds, our time, our lives are gone.
I found true love on the dance floor you know, and they
sell true love in the drugstore I hear.
I saw two lips in the mirror today and I felt two lips
when I kissed her last night.
But what's the connection?
I don't know what this means.
Please can you tell me what this all should mean?
This confusion that I'm feeling is us drowning
[We're gasping for air as their pictures fill our
lungs];
not drowning in our drunkenness, but drowning in
conditioner
[The images we're shown, not like anything we've
known].
We learned to buy conditioner and rub it deep in our
scalps
[Can you feel is seeping down through your skin into
your brain?]
until everything we see is tinged a sickly green.
We buy and sell our hearts.
We buy and sell our minds.
We buy and sell our time.
We buy and sell our lives.
Our hearts, our minds, our time, our lives are gone.
