First Lady of the Asylum

Thursday, April 11, 2013

What Did cha Say?? More Mangan?! Okay!!!

Oh I don't know what you've been told
But I don't get out much these days

Waking young and feeling old
The days are no longer my own,
To piss away the waking hours

But don't, don't don't, don't let them go
oh don't, don't don't, don't let them go to waste

The fire in my eye is fleeting now
Your robot heart is bleeding

Tried to be the Robot King
And settled for the robot boy

Ring the bells that still can ring
And sing your stupid head off
To the ones who are not listening

But don't, don't don't, don't let them go
Don't don't, don't don't, don't let them go to waste

The fire in my eye is fleeting now
Your robot heart is bleeding out

And I spent half of my life
In the customer service line
Flaws in the design
A sign of the times

And that little voice
In the back of your mind
Just wants you to know
Just hopes that you know

Robots need love too
They want to be loved by you
They want to be loved by you
They want to be loved by

Tuesday, January 8, 2013

Nothing Wrong With a little Mangan

SOLD - Dan Mangen

I thought the suits had come for me
Found alternatives to honesty
Body and soul were bought and sold
Patented and out of reach

So I reach but it hurts, it kills, it screams,
And it fills my heart with chills
And I take my pills
But I'm still tired of sleeping with the light on

But if it keeps the hair out of my eyes
Pack it up and send it home
For just one stab at the good life
That's enough and I'm sold

So I gave up all my wretched thoughts
And left them out for the less fortunate
And at the gates I'll skip the queue
Life's not living 'less you're sure to make it through

But now it hurts, it kills, it screams,
And it fills my heart with chills
And I take my pills
But I'm still tired of sleeping with the light on

But if it keeps the hair out of my eyes
Pack it up and send it home
For just one stab at the good life
That's enough and I'm sold
Lord, I'm sold
Go on pack me up, I'm sold

Go on pack me up, I'm sold
Go on pack me up, I'm sold
Go on pack me up, I'm sold
Go on pack me up, I'm sold
Go on pack me up, I'm sold
Pack me up, I'm sold

If it keeps the hair out of my eyes
Pack it up and send it home
For just one stab at the good life
That's enough and I'm sold