| Song | Robocowboys |
| Artist | Momus |
| Album | Folktronic |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Currie | |
| 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 |
| zuo ci : Currie | |
| 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 noone else can | |
| And irony' s a kind of sincerity now | |
| With so many milking a onceholy 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 |
| zuò cí : Currie | |
| 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 noone else can | |
| And irony' s a kind of sincerity now | |
| With so many milking a onceholy 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 |