Armchair Cynics - Drones lyrics

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 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