Lyrics Robocowboys - Momus
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
1 Appalachia
2 Smooth Folk Singer
3 Mountain Music
4 Simple Men
5 Finnegan the Folk Hero
6 Protestant Art
7 U.S. Knitting
8 Jarre In Hicksville
9 Tape Recorder Man
10 Little Apples
11 Robocowboys
12 Psychopathia Sexualis
13 Folk Me Amadeus
14 Handheld
15 The Penis Song
16 Heliogabalus
17 Going for a Walk With a Line
18 The Lady of Shalott
19 Mistaken Memories of Medieval Manhattan
20 Pygmalism
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