You're just walking round, your little mazes
figurin' out, how to get by, how to get laid
and get famous, get yourself paid, impress the guys
you're taught to divide the world into buddies and wives, sluts and wimps
and ever since, you've kept a score-card
how else to prove you're such the pimp?

You are just a robot, executing a program

Get on the train, the crowd is tightening
you push yourself up against the girl
and when you're not getting play, you keep trying
you don't understand the consensual way

You are just a robot, executing a program
You are just a robot, an imitation of a man

She told me one night, when we were lying, quiet and cold
something not right, it had been months since the good times
once there was sun now there was night
and she said to me as she turned on the light
something you don't know, keeps me from feeling right
I once knew a guy, seen him 'round
he knew all my friends, he came from town
one night at a party, we both were there
he followed me into the bathroom
he grabbed my hand, and she said
"I still remember just how the floor felt, and how my head would hit the tub."
now what is that robot?
is he live or is he done?
does he breathe the air that I breathe?
is he kept warm by the same sun?

You are just a robot, executing a program
an imitation of a man, executing a program
an imitation of a man (5x)