(daryl hall)

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