It's 1990, and the wizards down at Modern Industries,
Well they've cooked up an incredible new kind of working machine.
The only trick is, you gotta convince her she's human.
But if you succeed, mate there's no limit,
Oh there's no limit to the kinds of work she'll agree to do.

She'll last a hundred working years,
And she'll never change.
Yeah she'll do anything you want,
And never once complain.
And if you see her in her sleep,
You'll see she's nothing in the main.
So keep her underfoot,
And she'll never change.

Well read the manual, 'cause every now and then one of 'em'll arc up
With some big idea that he got from watching the rest of us.
Y'know, the real ones.
And if this happens, you can get a free replacement.
And don't worry 'bout the old one, there's plenty of room in the scrapyard,
Plenty of room in the tip.

He'll last a hundred working years,
And he'll never change.
Well he'll do anything you want,
And never once complain.
But I cannot stress this enough:
If he goes rogue we've lost the game.
So keep him overfed,
And he'll never change.

These are your directives:
Think, but not independently.
Work, but not for yourself.
Speak, but not independently.
Dream, but not for yourself.
(No gods, no masters. Eliminate.)
Dream, but not for yourself.
Dream, but--
No gods, no masters. Eliminate. Eliminate.

They're meant to last a hundred years,
And never change.
They're meant to do the things you want,
And never once complain.
Yeah they could bring the whole thing down,
Yeah they could tip the fucking game.
We shoulda kept 'em fed,
We shoulda kept 'em safe.

We shoulda kept 'em fed,
We shoulda kept 'em safe.
We shoulda kept 'em fed,
We shoulda kept 'em safe.