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The Red TornadoThe Red Tor-na-do!The Red Tor-na-do! The Red Tor-na-do! The Red Tor-na-do! Circuitry and sympathy are two separate things But they come together in a robot who dreams. 'Round and 'round and 'round he goes. Toaster for a body, tornado for a soul. Lightning in a bottle, tornado in a cage. He sees no prison in the lines of his face. Tor-na-do! Aaaaaaaaagghhh! Tor-na-do! Aaaaaaaaagghhh! His emotions spin at destructive speeds (Tor-na-do!) That he's learning to control. (Tor-na-do!) The cumulonimbus inside the machine. (Tor-na-do!) He's half robot and half tornado. (Tor-na-do!) So sad the cyborg cyclone seems drifting through the sky A willful wisp of machinery, not born but devised Still the cyborg cyclone cries - coolant drips from his eyes Plastic hands on his heart that slowly tears you apart. Tornado! Tornado! Tornado! Go! Tornado! Tornado! Tornado! Go! Wild winds whip when he wishes That he were real. He rarely rusts, But he's never had a real meal. By saving the world, He's saving himself. A machine that is selfish Just like everyone else! |