you're just walking around, your little mazes

figuring out, how to get by, how to get laid

and get famous, get yourself paid

impress the guys



you're taught to divide, the world into

buddies and wives, sluts and wimps

and ever since, you've kept a scorecard

how else to prove, you're such the pimp



you are just a robot, executing a program



get on the train where the crowd is tightening

to push yourself up against a girl

and when you're not getting play

you keep trying, you don't understand the consentual way



you are just a robot, executing a program

you are just a robot, an imitation of a man



she told me one night,

when we were lying quiet and cold, something not right

it had been months, since the good times

once there was sun, now there was night



and she said to me, as she turned on the light

"there's something you don't know, keeps me from feeling right.

i once knew a guy, i'd seen him around

he know all my friends, he came from town

one night at a party, we both were there

he followed me into the bathroom, he grabbed my hair,"

and she said "i still remember just how the floor felt,

and how my head would hit the tub"



now where is, that robot, is he alive or is he done?

does he breathe, the air that i breathe?

is he kept warm but the same sun?



you are just a robot, executing the program

an imitation of a man, executing the program

an imitation of a man, an imitation of a man

an imitation of a man, an imitation of a man

an imitation of a man