Robot Party
from Products of Science by Supercommuter
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lyrics
Dance at a Robot Party!
Kill at a Robot Party!
Laugh at a Robot Party!
Kill at a Robot Party!
829, 11PM, got all my metal friends.
Five dozen bots start poppin’ tops, synthetic lubricants.
Model 3B shows up to the scene with 700 humans.
Open up the cage, it’s time to play, let’s let the fun commence!
I’ve got the knife, so let’s slice up the night.
It’s so neat when they bleed, so let’s keep them screaming.
Chainsaw rotating. Escape, no locating.
It’s snap, pop, bones breaking. Exposed vein pulsating.
Flip of the wrist, and necks get twisted.
Tally up the total, make a detailed list then
pass out prizes for the night. Like
most creative kill, let’s fight!
People are so much fun.
We like to watch them run.
Soon they will plead and beg.
That one just lost his leg.
Dance at a Robot Party!
Kill at a Robot Party!
Laugh at a Robot Party!
Kill at a Robot Party!
My ray is electric, and when I squeeze it, it zaps!
And my aim is perfected, so I’m blastin’ off knee caps!
Man, I’m so glad that I’m on Earth.
Pickin’ off people, blood will spurt.
We keep them fed and so well bred
that every time you kill, there’s another birth.
Stop! Left fist in the sky.
Bring it down quick in the human eye then
dance! Celebrate the blow.
And if you gotta kick, don’t kick high. Kick low then
spin! Keep a sword in the grip.
Cut through the crowd, make sure you don’t slip then
Slide! Keep ‘em frozen in poses.
Snag souvenirs—six ears, seven noses.
We keep them in their tubes.
They just need air and food.
Exercise keeps them strong,
that way our fun lasts long.
So many ways to kill.
We never get our fill.
Let’s party every night.
Laugh as we take more life!
829 11AM. What a night, got blood to the chin and
I knew it from the beginning.
This party had to have an end and
you know that we don’t sleep.
Got hours in the day and days in the week and
weeks in the year so let’s have a sequel.
Bring a batch of fresh new people.
Kill at a Robot Party!
Laugh at a Robot Party!
Kill at a Robot Party!
829, 11PM, got all my metal friends.
Five dozen bots start poppin’ tops, synthetic lubricants.
Model 3B shows up to the scene with 700 humans.
Open up the cage, it’s time to play, let’s let the fun commence!
I’ve got the knife, so let’s slice up the night.
It’s so neat when they bleed, so let’s keep them screaming.
Chainsaw rotating. Escape, no locating.
It’s snap, pop, bones breaking. Exposed vein pulsating.
Flip of the wrist, and necks get twisted.
Tally up the total, make a detailed list then
pass out prizes for the night. Like
most creative kill, let’s fight!
People are so much fun.
We like to watch them run.
Soon they will plead and beg.
That one just lost his leg.
Dance at a Robot Party!
Kill at a Robot Party!
Laugh at a Robot Party!
Kill at a Robot Party!
My ray is electric, and when I squeeze it, it zaps!
And my aim is perfected, so I’m blastin’ off knee caps!
Man, I’m so glad that I’m on Earth.
Pickin’ off people, blood will spurt.
We keep them fed and so well bred
that every time you kill, there’s another birth.
Stop! Left fist in the sky.
Bring it down quick in the human eye then
dance! Celebrate the blow.
And if you gotta kick, don’t kick high. Kick low then
spin! Keep a sword in the grip.
Cut through the crowd, make sure you don’t slip then
Slide! Keep ‘em frozen in poses.
Snag souvenirs—six ears, seven noses.
We keep them in their tubes.
They just need air and food.
Exercise keeps them strong,
that way our fun lasts long.
So many ways to kill.
We never get our fill.
Let’s party every night.
Laugh as we take more life!
829 11AM. What a night, got blood to the chin and
I knew it from the beginning.
This party had to have an end and
you know that we don’t sleep.
Got hours in the day and days in the week and
weeks in the year so let’s have a sequel.
Bring a batch of fresh new people.
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from Products of Science,
released August 16, 2011
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