From the album ‘Folktronic‘ (2001).
Lyrics
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
One of us always tells truth
The other nne always lies
I shot them both to hell
And when the cowboys died
I opened them and saw cables
Snaking round inside
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