My robotic afterlife was tainted with rejection
I'd gaze at my reflection and see rust
Let's form a club for all the clones that never made it
Techno lepers, cyber chumps
Prosthetic paupers plunging pliers in your pocket...
And if I dance when you are feeling bored...
And if I serve you when you're lazy
Lying limp across the floor
Will you inject a little joy into my stick?
Will you respect me in the morning?