Roughly
Roughly
Roughly
Roughly about a year ago I took a step inside a place
The walls were worn with imperfections, like the thoughts drawn on my page
I said, "take my coin and feed my soul", to the woman carrying babe
She said welcome, boy
She said welcome, boy
She said welcome this Bob to Francerican
Where artists go to feed their half-soul
R O B O T
You're not going to make a robot
Now a year has past my life, and I know it's not my fate
Saucer I serve to every client will start resembling my escape
Creatures of habit we find ourselves, repeating systems held in place
I said thank you lot
I said thank you lot
I said thank you for making a Robot out of me
Its time to extract this antenna, and walk out and leave
R O B O T
You're not going to make a robot
R O B O T
You're not going to make a robot out of me
R O R O B O T Tea?
You're not going to make me a robot
R O R O B O T Tea?
Your not going to make me a robot out of me