Red Shoes
I seek a form of chaos where the hills are green
The palm trees look like paper on an old TV
The sky is getting darker, and the marble's gone to ruin
And as the dungeons crumble I am spinning 'round
In spring yard casino and this awful town
Instead of gambling I'll just keep on moving
I'm feeling blue. What are you going to do?
Spin me around? My feet barely touch the ground
Give me new red shoes and one more ring of gold
Help me through this world, in the hope I might grow old
We're not fuel for robots
And the egg man can't control us
Don't hold your breath, if I am holding mine
In this underwater labyrinth, I'm sure I'm gonna die
I find peace on the highway above the sky
I'm guided by the stars, but if I fall I'm gonna die
In an endless sea of factories and robot bees and grime
Brain scraps and nasty traps, now's not the time to die
I'm feeling blue. What are you going to do?
Spin me around? My feet barely touch the ground
Give me new red shoes and one shiny ring of gold
Help me through this world, in the hope I might grow old
We're not fuel for robots
And the egg man can't control us
I will smash the TV
So that you and I can be free
Cos we're not fuel for robots
And the egg man can't control us
I feel so alone
I'm out here on my own
I'm fighting for what's right
But there is no one by my side
I'm looking for a friend
To get me to the end
To get me some more rings
And it would be nice if they could fly
Then I would never leave their side
We're not fuel for robots
And the egg man can't control us
The palm trees look like paper on an old TV
The sky is getting darker, and the marble's gone to ruin
And as the dungeons crumble I am spinning 'round
In spring yard casino and this awful town
Instead of gambling I'll just keep on moving
I'm feeling blue. What are you going to do?
Spin me around? My feet barely touch the ground
Give me new red shoes and one more ring of gold
Help me through this world, in the hope I might grow old
We're not fuel for robots
And the egg man can't control us
Don't hold your breath, if I am holding mine
In this underwater labyrinth, I'm sure I'm gonna die
I find peace on the highway above the sky
I'm guided by the stars, but if I fall I'm gonna die
In an endless sea of factories and robot bees and grime
Brain scraps and nasty traps, now's not the time to die
I'm feeling blue. What are you going to do?
Spin me around? My feet barely touch the ground
Give me new red shoes and one shiny ring of gold
Help me through this world, in the hope I might grow old
We're not fuel for robots
And the egg man can't control us
I will smash the TV
So that you and I can be free
Cos we're not fuel for robots
And the egg man can't control us
I feel so alone
I'm out here on my own
I'm fighting for what's right
But there is no one by my side
I'm looking for a friend
To get me to the end
To get me some more rings
And it would be nice if they could fly
Then I would never leave their side
We're not fuel for robots
And the egg man can't control us
Credits
Writer(s): Adam Lofting
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