Sign me away, everything I own Wrap it up in plastic and take it from my home Give it to the government, give it to the church Whenever they're done with it, feed it to the birds
Sign me away, write it in pen Get it laminated and then dip it in cement Hang it in the lobby just above a rubber tree The official copy of a factory of me
When the world is over and the robot army comes Filing down the mountain with their supersonic guns I'll be free 'Cause you can have my body but you can't have me
Somebody had got it in my head I was gonna be the biggest star they ever met I wasn't Madonna in the naissance of her prime Like an anaconda slowly wrapping around a prize
Ripe for the feast, eyes on the kill Hungry, very hungry for the rapid blood to spill Beady little eyes are burning holes in my back Everyone's a voyeur here but no one will react
When the world is over and the robot army comes Filing down the mountain with their supersonic guns I'll be free 'Cause you can have my body but you can't have me
I don't think you really care Long as there's a paper with your name on it somewhere Giving you a piece of what someone might be someday But you don't believe in anybody anyway
When the world is over and the robot army comes Filing down the mountain with their supersonic guns I'll be free Floating on a sunbeam lost at sea You can have my body but you can't have meTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
