If it looks broken, that's just the picture
That's how you know
If it's in focus, then it's no fun for guys like me
These robots have it wired around here
They'll make slaves of us, soon
Canvas the neighborhood... I mean it
Watch.. Step away. Don't look that close
They could be anywhere. Hid up in the ballast
Down in the basement; camped out in the bunker
If it should come back, we'll set the tracers

Break it in, easy.
These robots have it wired around here.

Circuits on Babylon, cracked up on some lawn
Chasing these scenes. Given a fever
Restless manner. Is it worth your soul?
They might leave tomorrow

(Thanks to faux for these lyrics)