bad robot

You’ve been a bad robot
You didn’t wake me up
You didn’t make my breakfast
There’s no coffee in my cup

You’ve been my loyal servant
For nearly thirteen years
But lately your behavior’s been
Confirming all my fears

Sassing back, mouthing off
You never clean your room,
I really can’t recall the last time
You picked up a broom

You know I can’t stand cigarettes but
That doesn’t stop your smoking and
I heard your rude, robotic laugh
At lunch when I was choking!

You’ve been a bad robot,
I’m about to throw a fit
Get up off your metal ass
You lazy piece of shit

You’re lucky, Mr. Robot
That I keep you lubricated;
You’re cranky, inefficient, and
Quite frankly, you're outdated.

My friends have all been telling me
That you should be replaced,
And if again you slip up
I will do it with much haste.

Consider this a warning,
It’s my patience wearing thin...
You could be making friends with cans
In my recycle bin.

Words by The Count
Music by The Captain

also on peep show