Robocop Goes To Magaluf

These limbs of steel, they can't be mine What became of the flesh and bone? I am not human, though I possess a mind Surely that counts on its own. When your thoughts are being programmed It's no longer your life you're living. Modern day equivalent of the Tin Man Corporation funded machine for killing Do androids dream of going on holiday With no choice to decide, whether or not I live or die Echoes of distant memories, questioning if they belong to me My prime directive set and locked, to serve and uphold the state law What if I could go rogue? I think that would be quite in vogue With my feet in the sand and a drink in my hand, looking for a beach Got new sunglasses for checking out the asses all along the beach, yeah Do androids dream of going on holiday Do androids dream of going on holiday