I don't know what you've been told
But I don't get out much these days
Waking young and feeling old
These days are no longer my own
To piss away the waking hour
But don't, don't, don't
Don't let them go
No don't, don't, don't
Don't let them go to waste
The fire in my eyes is fleeting
And now your robot heart is bleeding
Tried to be the robot king
Oh and settled for a robot boy
Ring the bells that still can ring
And sing your stupid head off
To the one's who are not listening
But don't, don't, don't
Don't let them go
No don't, don't, don't
Don't let them go to waste
The fire in my eyes is fleeting
And now your robot heart is bleeding out
And I spend half of my life
In a customer service line
Flaws in the design
A sign of the times
And that little voice
In the back of your mind
Just wants you to know, just hopes that you know
Robots need love too
They want to be loved by you
They want to be loved by you.
They want to be loved by you