Tin can sound and a dead-eyed crowd Can turn a sane man crazy and a crazy man sad I can fight with the best, but I can only go so many rounds And that's grounds for separation Preparation for better things Gonna grow a new set of wings And fly away Robot action, conditioned response Manufacture feeling like the Tool and Die I can turn it on but I'm holding back the guarantee And that's grounds for separation Preparation for better things Gonna grow a new set of wings And fly away Music, it's my life and I've got it in me But isn't it a bit like oxygen, 'cause too much will make you high But not enough will make you die So I gotta keep it under control