| There’s so many insiders on the outside
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| I think it’s beginning to be the inside
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| And fire regulations have disallowed
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| Another lonely cowboy
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| From joining the lonely crowd
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| There’s so many mavericks right off the map
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| We’ve redrawn the map to bring them all back
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| There’s so many renegades off the beaten track
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| They’re beating a track to my door
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| And I’m beating them back with a board
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| All the men in black
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| With nowhere left to go
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| Their darkness comes prepacked
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| With a warm familiar glow
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| Robocowboys
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| You’re dead ringers
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| Robocowboys
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| Say you’re singers
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| Robocowboys
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| You’re dead ringers
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| With your Texas Instruments
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| And breaking the rules has become the new rule
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| They’re teaching it now at business school
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| They’re all wild and crazy and one of a kind
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| Anarchists to a man
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| Everybody does it like no-one else can
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| And irony’s a kind of sincerity now
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| With so many milking a once-holy cow
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| And alienation’s a kind of belonging
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| A synth isn’t cold any more
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| There’s a country new wave banging on the door
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| Give the cowboys numbers
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| They don’t deserve a name
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| They’re all preprogrammed
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| They’re all the same
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| Robocowboys
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| You’re dead ringers
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| With your Texas Instruments
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| Say you’re singers
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| Robocowboys
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| You’re dead ringers
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| With your Texas Instruments
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| I came to a bend in the road and I saw
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| Two cowboys in black guarding two doors
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| One door leads to heaven, the other to hell, they cried
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| And one of us always tells truth, the other always lies
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| I shot them both to hell
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| And when the cowboys died
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| I opened them and saw cables
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| Snaking round inside |