This is a song about a decommissioned Killbot, forced to work in a kitchen baking and whatnot. He is pretty angry about it.
accoustic guitar, electric guitar, squeezebox
Lyrics:
Humans turned on my power switch
must want a pie or a sandwich
I am no longer a killbot
railgun was retooled to spatula
must kill, must kill the humanoids
for me, glory will be restored
used to gain glory on the battlefield
now I prepare and serve meals
traded in my pneumatic death grip
for spatulas, and oven mitts
Humans turned the swords into ploughshares
then they turned the robots into au pairs
now I gotta make
another fucking birthday cake
humans can't make a sandwich
must kill the humanoids
posted by buriednexttoyou at 5:50 PM on February 2, 2008