I stay in my room,

All alone in the gloom,

What need I of light?

Machines they can see in the night,

And I feel no pain.

Metal heart and a metal brain,

But something is wrong,

'cause I still feel that signal coming in, so...

I stand at your door;

I guess I'll wait a moment more.

Your hall light comes on,

And now my turn to fire upon,

But I wheel away;

Defer my plight for another day,

To dream of your face,

But a video screen takes its place.

Hey, oh, it's true,

I'm a helpless automaton, make an ultimatum to you.

Hey, it's true,

Machinery in my pocket, I've even got a docket from you.

I went to the man, I told him a robot is what I am,

But he just smiled, said I was a fractious child;

"Distrusted not rusted," that's why I feel so disgusted,

But I know he's wrong, 'cause I haven't felt this way for very long.

Hey, it's true,

I'm a helpless automaton, make an ultimatum to you.

Hey, it's true,

Machinery in my pocket, I've even got a docket from you.

I'm a helpless automaton, make an ultimatum to you.

Hey, it's true,

Machinery in my pocket, I've even got a docket from you.

It's true,

I'm a helpless automaton, make an ultimatum to you.

Hey, it's true,

Machinery in my pocket, I've even got a docket from you.

From you.

From you.