Melora Creager - Warbots lyrics

The lawyers tell me that there are no prohibitions

Against robots making life or death decisions

Mr. Johnson, the weapons inventor

From Tennessee

Sits standin' in his laboratory

Recently

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If anyone out there is lookin' out for me

In a tiny tea-house

At the top of the mountain

He is creating

A truly devastating

Instrument of his deep and dark will

Many prototype

About 4 feet high

With a gun for a right arm

And a Cyclopes eye

Ready aim fire

Ready aim fire

Ready aim fire

At a Pepsi can

Perfect to the basic tasks of huntin' and killin' a man

Ready aim fired

At a Pepsi can

Perfect to the basic tasks of huntin' and killin' a man

Ready aim fire

I turn to run

That's when he hit me in the head with his gun

I fell down

I got up

And I ran into a garbage bin

Then I got up

And I ran again

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If anyone out there is lookin' out for me

A poisonous mist

Will come pourin' out of a fountain

Bringing on a heart-attack

(Unknown)

This is evil done knowingly

This is evil done knowingly

This is evil done knowingly