Robots Can Fuck Your Shit Up

The Gay Blades

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Tom:
E I'm rusted and
Am Just for the lark
E I would trade
Am All of my moving parts
D If you can move me
G Like you say you can
G Are you pretending
Am You can love a tin can
G F# Cold, tired and stale
Fm Help me get away from here [Chorus]
C This is what I want for my life
G But I'm not sure if I'm programmed right
D Or if I'm under the gun
F# With some sick fascination to over indulge
C And it seems
G Like these nuts and bolts and dreams
D Always find some way to compete
F# Fm The latter never comes up clean, OH! [Verse 2]
E Am Oh you say that you want me
E Am Mirrors and flesh never meld that easy
D And never can we kiss like
G The scene in these shows
G Never will lens grace
Am Our awkward pose
G F# By igniting on embrace
Fm Irony is all I taste [Chorus]
C G This is what I want for my life
D But I'm not sure if I'm programmed right Or if I'm under the gun
F# With some sick fascination to over indulge
C And it seems
G Like these nuts and bolts and dreams
D Always find some way to compete
F# And the latter never comes up clean [CHORUS CONT'D]
C And I said
G This is what I want for my life
D But I'm not sure if I'm programmed right Or if I'm under the gun
F# With some sick fascination [Outro]
C G Oh my baby, drives me crazy
D F# Cause I'm your favorite wind-up toy
C You're just too good to destroy
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