Sex, War & Robots

'Twenty-twenty vision to see',
Said a little voice to me
I can see
Tell me what was it like
When you switched off the lights?
Went to bed before midnight
Fail to find you at home that night
So finally
It’s got to be
Down, down to me
Living ninety-four
When me and you were at war
I was born a baby that didn’t cry
I programmed robots to make them lie
Twenty-twenty vision to see
I can see
So finally
It’s got to be
Down, down to me
If tears could kill
I’d be a long time gone