Scent of a Robot

[Verse 1]
More human than human I can do it all
French kiss smoke a spliff give a shit about baseball
I come home at night to my robot wife drink a light beer and watch me a DVD
I look good you can't even tell they had me fooled
Implanted memories of puberty and pre-school
Girls that broke my heart and dark nights in the summer
Just a string of primary numbers
Didn't bother me none before I knew
I'm a slave it's o.k. I've got things to do
But then I'm sitting there at work when my e-mail blinks and it's from the big boss but it wasn't for me
It's just another memo about our robot line
"see attached schematics detailing the robot mind"
And I find that when I look close all I see
Is a blueprint to manufacture me

[Hook]
I'm a robot programmed not to know that I'm a robot
But some bonehead e-mailed me the computer code that makes up my soul
Now I'm running around trying to forget what I know

[Verse 2]
Mad, stunned, a little bit hurt
How many people at work know what I just found out?
'round 'bout noon my boss calls
Wants to see me in his office but I stall
For as long as I can but the man comes
Down to my floor before I throw a tantrum
I can't run so I sit there with his hand on my shoulder saying
"listen, Pete, you've been a real soldier"
Said he was sorry that I saw that e-mail and he was hoping that I wouldn't quit the firm
He told me that I was a joy to work with and brown-nosed me so hard I started to squirm
Concerned looks on the faces of the people I work with and lots of small talk with the robot issue skirted
Made me nervous so I rolled up and asked my boss if I could have the afternoon off

[Hook]
I'm a robot programmed not to know that I'm a robot
But some bonehead e-mailed me the computer code that makes up my soul
Now I'm running around trying to forget what I know

[Verse 3]
Lucky for me it was a Friday so I stayed away from the office for the whole stinkin' weekend
My dark mood deepened into a dull depression leaving me with even more damn questions
Like "what the hell do I tell my robot kids?"
And "how long does a healthy robot live?"
And how did I make it through the airport x-ray?
Or was that one of those fake memories?
It ain't easy knowing the truth I'm blowing a fuse
My soul feels funny like there's a hole in my shoe
I need a moment or two let me go over the clues
I drank a case of Bud Light it's still sobering news
I've got a few things to do and even more to put in order
Walk into the kitchen trippin' there's my wife and baby daughter
And they can see by the look on my face so I sit 'em down and tell 'em I've got something to say

[Interlude]
Honey?
"yeah?"
Snookums?
"what?"
You're not going to like this
"what did you do this time?"

[Hook]
I'm a robot programmed not to know that I'm a robot
But some bonehead e-mailed me the computer code that makes up my soul
Now I'm running around trying to forget what I know

[Outro]
That's the biggest thing I want to impress upon you
We want you here
We need you here
We want you here
So, just take some time off
Take the day off
Take the week off
And just sleep on it and think about it
And come back fresh on Monday
And I know, I know your answer will be I want to say I'm happy here