Texty:
I Farm Sincerely Robots

It's so sad I saw you with your man the other day, He held your hand, It fit like a glove One and one complete, but one is complete Two is company It

Pack your things in the car now, let's go Waiting in line is for chumps, not me Scan the crowd for the dorks and the crew Roll with the punches Where

you know I'll tell you I fight to win I think that I know that you think that I know, That I know that you fight to fight I think that I know that you

The beasts across the way are just as scared of you But they will drown you in your own words Those words are hard for me to say: That I don't trust

Drowning in too much black coffee Beneath ten thousand cigarettes On two too many gin and tonics You know that would never be enough This excess is expected

is not true I think I'll take a step outside, Take a look at the meat shell If I listen harder I know I'd see better, Or vice versa What the hell am I

Live again, and start all over It's never the same; the same as you Live again and see no end Leave your other single world Live again, and start all

So you scrimp and you save all your dollars for quarters March to the arcade, you can't pause, you can't save The levels are harder, it's getting expensive