Tin can
sound and a dead-eyed crowd
Can turn a
sane man crazy and a crazy man sad
I can fight
with the best, but I can only go so many rounds
And that's
grounds for separation
Preparation
for better things
Gonna grow
a new set of wings
And fly
away
Robot
action, conditioned response
Manufacture
feeling like the Tool and Die
I can turn
it on but I'm holding back the guarantee
And that's
grounds for separation
Preparation
for better things
Gonna grow
a new set of wings
And fly
away
Music, it's
my life and I've got it in me
But isn't
it a bit like oxygen, 'cause too much will make you high
But not
enough will make you die
So I gotta
keep it under control