The Melancholy Astronomer - Good Little Robots Lyrics

Now
We can't see
As all the lights are out
It means nothing much to me
To make it
Everyday
Is the oldest story ever told
The oldest story ever told

You don't know why you are there
Your friends aren't the one's you prefer
You don't enjoy their company
The cycle will tend to repeat

Now
We can't see
As all the lights are out
It means nothing much to me
To make it home
Everyday
Is the oldest story ever told
The oldest story ever told to me

Thrust fourth to life
Unwanted and filth
Should you love them through?
The spitting image of you
Good little robots
Always get rewarded
Do, do your part
And we'll have no problems

Now
We can't see
As all the lights are out
It means nothing much to me
To make it home
Everyday
Is the oldest story ever told
The oldest story ever told to me

Good little robots can't get enough
Do what they're told just to make it home
Third time this week speaking newspeak
Good little robots, time to iterate
Good little robots can't get enough
Do what they're told just to make it home
Third time this week speaking newspeak
Good little robots, time to iterate

Robots and
Sleepers they
Like a dream
A nice dream