Mark GoldenbergBrock Patrick Walsh
They tell me
They tell me
Look what you're doing to me
I'm utterly at your whim
All of my defenses down
Your camera looks through me
With its X-ray vision
And all systems run aground
All I can manage to push from my lips
Is a stream of absurdities
Every word I intended to speak
Winds up locked in the circuitry
No way to control it
It's totally automatic
Whenever you're around
They tell me
I'm walking blindfolded
Completely automatic
All of my systems are down
Down down down
What is this madness
That makes my motor run
And my legs too weak to stand
I got from sadness
To exhilaration
Like a robot at your command
My hands perspire and shake like a leaf
Up and down goes my temperature
I summon doctors to get some relief
But they tell me there is no cure
They tell me
No way to control it
It's totally automatic
Whenever you're around
They tell me
I'm walking blindfolded
Completely automatic
All of my systems are down
Down down down
No way to control it
It's totally automatic
Whenever you're around
They tell me
I'm walking blindfolded
Complete automatic
All of my systems are down
Down down down
They tell me
They tell me
