Electric Lords - Robo-Hobo | Текст песни

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• Electric Lords
• Robo-Hobo

Only way to save yourself -
Collect old rusty cans.
Mom's oil on show-window shelf
Produced green nasty plants.

Sensor is acting up;
Engine farts like your ass;
Forgotten long about start-up.
Purpose low middle-class.

Robo-Hobo in my head,
Wires sticking brains instead.
I'm looking for anywhere to lean metal backside
before suicide.
Hard to be only dread,
Mechanic hangover always spread.
As frozen computer program wander on landfills,
Can anyone heals?

Right claw rotten to the core,
Watch my eyes do not fall out,
Need to hold a little more,
Stay away from myself rout

Who will help the dirty tramp,
Which lies in a pile of trash?
One more time until a cramp
And few words before the crush.

Robo-Hobo in my head,
Wires sticking brains instead.
I'm looking for anywhere to lean metal backside
before suicide.
Hard to be only dread,
Mechanic hangover always spread.
As frozen computer program wander on landfills,
Can anyone heals?