- cifra
(They didn't know where they was goin')
(But they knew where they was, wasn't it?)
We are everyday robots on our phones
In the process of gettin' home
Lookin' like standin' stones
Out there on our own
We're everyday robots in control
Or the process of being sold
Drivin' in adjacent cars
Till you press restart
(They didn't know where they was goin')
(But they knew where they was, wasn't it?)
Everyday robots just touch thumbs
Swimmin' in lingo they become
Stricken in a status sea
One more vacancy
For everyday robots gettin' old
When our lips are cold
Lookin' like standin' stones
Out there on our own
Little robots in ring back tones
In the process of gettin' home
