you're just walking round your little mazes
figuring out how to get by
how to get laid and get famous
get yourself paid, impress the guys
you're taught to divide
the world into buddies and wives
sluts and wimps
and ever since
you've kept a score card
how else to prove your such the pimp

you are just a robot
executing a program

get on a train where the crowd is tightening
to push yourself up against a girl
and when you're not getting play
you keep trying
you don't understand the consentual

you are just a robot
executing a program
an imitation of a man

she told me one night
when we were lying quiet and cold
something not right
it had months since the good times
once there was sun
now there was night
she said to me
as she turned on the light
"there's something you dont know
that keeps me from feeling right,
i once knew a guy, i'd seen him around,
he knew all my friends, he came from town
one night at a party we both were there
he followed me into the bathroom he grabbed my hair"
and she said "i still remember
just how the floor felt
and how my head would hit the tub"

now where is that robot,
is he alive or is he done?
does he breathe air that i breathe?
is he kept warm by the same sun?

you are just a robot
executing a program
an imitation of a man
executing a program
an imitation of a man
an imitation of a man
an imitation of a man
an imitation of a man
an imitation of a man