Fields of flowers, we run through Are burned, and lost with you Littered with the, uniforms Dead soldiers, guns, photographs We run my friend, thatís all we do Towards the trench, to climb into The rain of bullets, rains down outside The wind carries the dreadful cries
We need to fight today Leave behind our families Keep on running, donít turn back Your boy is proud of his dad Keep on running, your nearly there Machine gun bullets in the air This is the darkest storm This is what your born for
Robots ! Super Robots! Are gonna steal everybody's jobs Then we will be stranded With nothing to do but play with our knobs When they steal what you do from your life Then youíll have no money for your wife Robots! Super Robots! Are gonna steal everybody's Steal everybody's Steal everybody's Jobs!