You think I'm a thug?
I hear you thinking I'm a thug
Sentimental like a thug
Well I lack the physique but yes sir
It's a brutal try

We dive for pearls in the drain
And hold dying competitions
Who can squirt blood furthest
Into the mouths of our cannibal overlords?
I want to tell you about what I want
I want to tell you about what I want

You think I'm ungenerous? Really?
In what way? The more you give someone the
More they want from you
Rubbishing people is fun
It's second to none in the joy that
It brings to the self-righteous mind
Awooo! That's my head on a string baby

I want to tell you about what I want
I want to tell you about what I want

I want world peace
Gentle socialismo, no machismo
And the only god should be the god of LOVE
I want a non-invasive kind of telepathy
That lets you feel what it's
Like to be somebody else
Feel what it's like to be somebody else

I want to tell you about what I want
I want to tell you about what I want

We're replacing ourselves with
Artificial thought (boop boop b'doo)
And that could be our legacy
Before the feline dynasty
Scampers over history
Skiddly bop skiddly bop skiddly bop
And the machines count up to heaven
24/7 but 8 billion zeroes
Is still zero if you've got no heart

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Writer(s): Robyn Hitchcock