Death to Los Campesinos!
Broken down like a war economy
Father, Führer, don't be mad at me
Peasant child, you're into botany
Splitting necks and calling it dichotomy
"Beware," the sign on the door suggests
I'm better off with artificial intelligence
I invented you
I invented you
And I will destroy you
If you catch me with my hands in the till
I promise, sugar, I wasn't trying to steal
I'm just swimming in copper
To smell and pretend like a robot
And if a leopard doesn't change its spots
You can't change my perceptions just from dots to dots
I'll swap the bruising for a bumping sensation
I'll be Ctrl-Alt-Deleting your face with no reservations
And we'll stop flighting once your circuit board's igniting
Singing, "I'm not finished, I'm not finished, no!"
Mistaking cables for veins can be quite misleading
Friction sparks from metal, made it look like bleeding
If you catch me with my hands in the till
I promise, sugar, I wasn't trying to steal
I'm just swimming in copper
To smell and pretend like a robot
If you catch me with my hands in the till
I promise, sugar, I wasn't trying to steal
I'm just swimming in copper
To smell and pretend like a robot
If you catch me with my hands in the till
I promise, sugar, I wasn't trying to steal
I'm just swimming in copper
To smell and pretend like a robot
Father, Führer, don't be mad at me
Peasant child, you're into botany
Splitting necks and calling it dichotomy
"Beware," the sign on the door suggests
I'm better off with artificial intelligence
I invented you
I invented you
And I will destroy you
If you catch me with my hands in the till
I promise, sugar, I wasn't trying to steal
I'm just swimming in copper
To smell and pretend like a robot
And if a leopard doesn't change its spots
You can't change my perceptions just from dots to dots
I'll swap the bruising for a bumping sensation
I'll be Ctrl-Alt-Deleting your face with no reservations
And we'll stop flighting once your circuit board's igniting
Singing, "I'm not finished, I'm not finished, no!"
Mistaking cables for veins can be quite misleading
Friction sparks from metal, made it look like bleeding
If you catch me with my hands in the till
I promise, sugar, I wasn't trying to steal
I'm just swimming in copper
To smell and pretend like a robot
If you catch me with my hands in the till
I promise, sugar, I wasn't trying to steal
I'm just swimming in copper
To smell and pretend like a robot
If you catch me with my hands in the till
I promise, sugar, I wasn't trying to steal
I'm just swimming in copper
To smell and pretend like a robot
Credits
Writer(s): Aleksandra Berditchevskaia, Neil Ashley Turner, Tom Bromley, Gareth Paisey, Harriet Coleman, Ellen Waddell, Oliver Briggs
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Other Album Tracks
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- Don't Tell Me to Do the Math(S)
- Drop It Doe Eyes
- My Year in Lists
- Knee Deep at ATP
- This Is How You Spell "HAHAHA, We Destroyed The Hopes And Dreams Of A Generation Of Faux-Romantics"
- We Are All Accelerated Readers
- You! Me! Dancing!
- ...And We Exhale and Roll Our Eyes in Unison
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