Robot
Nine to five or ten to six, up to the city and back to the sticks
You've got to unwind your mind, you've got to unwind your mind
Sit back, switch on, your face has got a twitch on
Your fuses are blown out in a double bind
Air-conditioned, psycho-analysed, you're very nearly human,
you're so well disguised
Robot, Robot, you're a Robot, Robot
You're warm when it's cold, you're cool when it's hot
Your life is recorded on a micro-dot, Robot, Robot
You'd hold the whole world in your metal claws
if it wasn't for the three laws of robotics
Automated homunculus, you queue for the paper
You queue for the bus, you're a "good morning" machine
You're a "how are you?" device
Sit back, light up, never put a fight up
Sit there fuming until your face goes green
Air conditioned, and desensitised, you're very nearly human
You're so well disguised
Robot, Robot
I am a robot
I am your slave
I can not harm you
I can only obey
The Three Laws
Robot
Nueve a cinco o diez a seis, de ida a la ciudad y de vuelta al campo
Tienes que relajar tu mente, tienes que relajar tu mente
Siéntate, enciende, tu rostro tiene un tic
Tus fusibles están quemados en un callejón sin salida
Aire acondicionado, psicoanalizado, casi eres humano,
estás tan bien disfrazado
Robot, Robot, eres un Robot, Robot
Estás cálido cuando hace frío, estás fresco cuando hace calor
Tu vida está grabada en un micro punto, Robot, Robot
Podrías sostener todo el mundo en tus garras metálicas
si no fuera por las tres leyes de la robótica
Homúnculo automatizado, haces fila para el periódico
Haces fila para el autobús, eres una máquina de