You asked me you why made of dots And why you've always been chased by robots Damn know that it makes you sick Your every movement decided by a joystick
He was born in '84 in a Commodore 64 He didn't wanna be inside of it anymore So he jumped out the TV and sat down to the floor Then he grabbed the TAC-2 and jumped out the door Now he's free and noone is chasing him no more Now he's the master and no need for high-scores In this world there's no bonus for winning a war But he likes this place and feels sad he's never been in here before c'mon
You asked me you why made of dots And why you've always been chased by robots Damn known that it makes you sick Your every movement decided by a joystick (Your every movement decided by a joystick)
Now he's starting to get hold of this self-control thing Making his own choice is this a hell-of-a-thing Pressing a button can make a phone ring ring So he called the government and began to sing "There's alot of people better needing your bucks!" Sing with me or feel my sting, now he's happy and now he's the king
You asked my you why made of dots And why you've always been chased by robots Damn known that it makes you sick Your every movement decided by a joystick
You asked my you why made of dots And why you've always been chased by robots Damn known that it makes you sick Your every movement decided by a joystick
You asked my you why made of dots And why you've always been chased by robots Damn known that it makes you sick Your every movement decided by a joystick
You asked my you why made of dots And why you've always been chased by robots Damn known that it makes you sick Your every movement decided by a joystick
You asked my you why made of dots And why you've always been chased by robots Damn known that it makes you sick Your every movement decided by a joystick
You asked my you why made of dots And why you've always been chased by robots Damn known that it makes you sick Your every movement decided by a joystick