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• Artiste: Momus
• Titre: Robocowboys
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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 And one of us always tells truth, the other always lies I shot them both to hell And when the cowboys died I opened them and saw cables Snaking round inside