“Whenever I met a boy, I start asking myself is he right for me? And I don’t know, Mary, I really don’t know”.
I remember bout a quarter of a verse that I wrote indie my head
I’d love to share it but here first and now it’s trapped inside my head
I remember it was coloured in green
Filth and rubbisg and robotic machines
But, I remember it was innocent as well
I wrote a column for a dirt magazine it said:
Liberty is dead
You’re too obsessed with being over-impressed by thoughts and
meaningless rhymes and ridicules
Thoughts and meaningless rhymes and ridicules (Public sex versus
social skills)
Thoughts and meaningless rhymes and ridicules (Versus
gunboats, giants and bands who kill)
Thoughts and meaningless rhymes and ridicules
And if waking up beside me
Feels so bleeding bad
Then waking up with Robocop is a lesson to be had
I remember when you said to me, you said “I’m a woman, and a
woman is obviously different from a man.”
Do you remember when you’d talk to me? You’d say things like “I
like to be treated as a lady, not as a buddy.”
I remember when you criticized me about picking face over Mr.
T
But, I remember when you took off all of your clothes
And if waking up beside me
Feels so bleeding bad
Then waking up with Robocop is a lesson to be had
She’s waking up without me
It breaks my fucking balls
She’s waking up with Robocop
I’m not waking up at all
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Lyrics submitted by Dáire Mckiernan.