We’re charging our battery and now we’re full of energy. We are the robots. We’re functioning automatic and we are dancing mechanic. We are the robots. We are programmed just to do anything you want us to. We are the robots

Truckers pass calling out their handles to the kid. Chess Piece Face and The Big Duluth call her every day, “hammer down” and “rabbit ears” are the only words they know…If you pass the rabid child say “hammer down” for me.

We never really checked–we never really check the price tag. When the cost comes in, it’s gonna be high. We love our bargains, we love the prices so low…With the good jobs gone, it’s gonna be raw.

There’s so many people who can talk and talk and talk and just say nothing or nearly nothing — I have used up all the scale I know and at the end I’ve come to nothing, or nearly nothing.

You’re older than you’ve ever been, and now you’re even older. And now you’re even older…and now you’re even older. You’re older than you’ve ever been, and now you’re even older. And now you’re older still.

Dance with me, my old friend, once before we go. Let’s pretend this song won’t end and we never have to go home — and we’ll dance among the chandeliers…And nothing matters when we’re dancing In tat or tatters you’re entrancing. Be we in Paris…

“There really isn’t any need for bloodshed, you just do it with a little more finesse. If you can slip a tablet into someone’s coffee, then it avoids an awful lot of mess.”

For I’ve got something to help you understand! Something waiting there beneath the sand…My metal detector Is with me all of the time; I’m the inspector over the mine!

From the Zulu nation, from a town called Paris. Came to America to find liberty; Instead of finding pleasure, all you found was misery. But listen, Lucien, you have a friend in me.

Well, a rat always knows when he’s in with weasels; here you lose a little everyday. Well, I remember when a million was a million…they all have way to make you pay.