Texty: Pitty Sing. Pitty Sing. Robots.

And there are stars on the ground so safe they never make a sound
And there are things and just in between our love for bigger better things
And I'm the ghost, yeah I'm the ghost, yeah I'm the ghost and you're insane
So love the most and love the ghost

Should I let my soul depend on
Anyone, anyone who's a robot
Everyone, everyone is a robot
Should I let my love depend on
Anyone, anyone who's a robot
Everyone, everyone is a robot
Everyone, everyone, anyone, anyone

And mother's milk, it makes me kill
It makes me kill all other wills
And all the drags of others fags
Leak drips in other's shopping bags
And they're all scared and so I'm scared
I guess I'm still so unprepared
And lovers kill and lovers kill

Should I let my soul depend on
Anyone, anyone who's a robot
Everyone, everyone is a robot
Should I let my love depend on
Anyone, anyone who's a robot
Everyone, everyone is a robot
Everyone, everyone, anyone, anyone

And they're all dead, they're in my head
They chose a better life instead