Warbots Songtext
von Melora Creager

"The lawyers tell me that there are no prohibitions
Against robots making life or death decisions"
Mr. Johnson, a weapons inventor from Tennessee
Said standing in his laboratory recently

I′m gonna launch a drone up, a drone of my own and I'll send it up to see
If anyone out there is lookin′ out for me

In a tiny tea-house
At the top of the mountain,
He is creating
A truly devastating
Instrument of his deep and dark will

Then a prototype
About four feet high
With a gun for a right arm
And a Cyclops eye
Readied, aimed, fired,
Readied, aimed, fired,
Readied, aimed, fired at a Pepsi can


Perfected the basic tasks of huntin' and killin' a man
Readied aimed fired at a Pepsi can
Perfected the basic tasks of huntin′ and killin′ a man
Readied, aimed, fire--

I turn to run
That's when he hit me in the head with his gun
I fell down
I got up
And I ran into a garbage bin
Then I got up
And I ran again

I′m gonna launch a drone up, a drone of my own and I'll send it up to see
If anyone out there is lookin′ out for me

A poisonous mist
Will come pourin' out of a fountain
Bringing on a heart attack
(Unknown)
This is evil done knowingly
This is evil done knowingly
This is evil done knowingly