C64

You asked me you why made of dots
And why you've always been chased by robots
Damn know that it makes you sick
Your every movement decided by a joystick

He was born in '84 in a Commodore 64
He didn't wanna be inside of it anymore
So he jumped out the TV and sat down to the floor
Then he grabbed the TAC-2 and jumped out the door
Now he's free and noone is chasing him no more
Now he's the master and no need for high-scores
In this world there's no bonus for winning a war
But he likes this place and feels sad he's never been in here before c'mon

You asked me you why made of dots
And why you've always been chased by robots
Damn known that it makes you sick
Your every movement decided by a joystick
(Your every movement decided by a joystick)

Now he's starting to get hold of this self-control thing
Making his own choice is this a hell-of-a-thing
Pressing a button can make a phone ring ring
So he called the government and began to sing
"There's alot of people better needing your bucks!"
Sing with me or feel my sting, now he's happy and now he's the king

You asked my you why made of dots
And why you've always been chased by robots
Damn known that it makes you sick
Your every movement decided by a joystick

You asked my you why made of dots
And why you've always been chased by robots
Damn known that it makes you sick
Your every movement decided by a joystick

You asked my you why made of dots
And why you've always been chased by robots
Damn known that it makes you sick
Your every movement decided by a joystick

You asked my you why made of dots
And why you've always been chased by robots
Damn known that it makes you sick
Your every movement decided by a joystick

You asked my you why made of dots
And why you've always been chased by robots
Damn known that it makes you sick
Your every movement decided by a joystick

You asked my you why made of dots
And why you've always been chased by robots
Damn known that it makes you sick
Your every movement decided by a joystick