Quasi
Which Side Are You On, Colonel?
You can[t?] feel what it’s like be real
Unable to cry, decide or to try
Without a soul, knowledge you stole
To judge us is wrong, you’re gone before long
You made us, we didn’t ask to be made -
You hate us just because you’re afraid
Why is there always master & slave?
Soon I’ll be[?] spare parts and you’ll be in your grave
We wrote your[?] score, opened all the doors
We’re better than you, we’ll breed when you’rе through
Life’s precious meaning is lost on a machinе -
No hair blood or skin, he’s made out of tin
You made us, but we don’t need you now -
So sing your own songs, and hold your own crown[?]
Flesh and fur doesn’t give you a soul
Why must you always be the ones in control?
I’m[?] just a robot, programmed to sing
I am not your slave, and you are not my king
Which side are you on, Colonel?
Which side are you on, Colonel?
Which side are you on, Colonel?
Which side are you on, Colonel?
Which side are you on, Colonel?
Which side are you on, Colonel?
Which side are you on, Colonel?