Well, I've been told some shit today
Robots, robots, robots
Are coming to take my job away
My old buddy, we used to play solitaire
I only beat him on easy
Robots, robots, robots
I can't compare
First they took my letters
A lost art in penmanship
Now I can see ladies f*cking in my hands
I can't say I'm too mad at that one
Now they're coming for my hanging out
A beer with Siri just ain't as fun
I hope my song don't compete with your cute cat videos
No, I ain't one to dip my toe
Or get in the way of greener grass grown
But I've got a plan to save us
And it'll only take you and me
Maybe some fishing line
A screwdriver or two
And of course, some dirty cheap wine
I see you, Mr. Googly eyes
Taller than an apple tree
Creeping through my windows
Go round for round with me!
This ain't the Amazon
Shenanigans, I can't abide
I watched you metastasize
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Status, status, status ain't your status
Status, status, status ain't your status
Hark, for I am the herald of our salvation
Only I can save us from these tech giants
And their evil corrupted tribe
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Status, status, status ain't your status
Go round for round with me
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