The Android sings
Steam escapes from its mouth
Oil drips from the thing
Its voice echoes throughout
The Android dances
Everything creaks and croaks
Oil drips from its hands
The movement causes thoughts to evoke
The Android cries
It is enslaved
Oil drips from its eyes
He must continue being brave
The Android runs
The men follow
Even though it has no lungs
It is caught, never to see tomorrow
The Android sings
It is its last day
The children pack their things
Life really is all grey
