Robocowboys - Momus

There’s so many insiders on the outside

I think it’s beginning to be the inside

And fire regulations have disallowed

Another lonely cowboy

From joining the lonely crowd

There’s so many mavericks right off the map

We’ve redrawn the map to bring them all back

There’s so many renegades off the beaten track

They’re beating a track to my door

And I’m beating them back with a board

All the men in black

With nowhere left to go

Their darkness comes prepacked

With a warm familiar glow

Robocowboys

You’re dead ringers

Robocowboys

Say you’re singers

Robocowboys

You’re dead ringers

With your Texas Instruments

And breaking the rules has become the new rule

They’re teaching it now at business school

They’re all wild and crazy and one of a kind

Anarchists to a man

Everybody does it like no-one else can

And irony’s a kind of sincerity now

With so many milking a once-holy cow

And alienation’s a kind of belonging

A synth isn’t cold any more

There’s a country new wave banging on the door

Give the cowboys numbers

They don’t deserve a name

They’re all preprogrammed

They’re all the same

Robocowboys

You’re dead ringers

With your Texas Instruments

Say you’re singers

Robocowboys

You’re dead ringers

With your Texas Instruments

I came to a bend in the road and I saw

Two cowboys in black guarding two doors

One door leads to heaven, the other to hell, they cried

And one of us always tells truth, the other always lies

I shot them both to hell

And when the cowboys died

I opened them and saw cables

Snaking round inside