Running around with a plunger on my head
It's my hand tugging on the other end
If only the procedure was easy
As suction and some elbow grease
To liberate me from these fleshy confines
Skin liable to erupt with the yellow slime
Hair from chin to groin but a voice that ain't even deep
Oh it cracks it creaks

Shed this pillar of meat instead
Of sheltering weakness held within
Give me a vessel steered by the shit inside my head

Running around on metal legs is easy
Goodbye 12-minute miles dreaded in PE
Plus they've got mini thrusters tucked away in the sides of the shins
Two arms of steel won't get you cut from the tennis team
Kind of control of which Tetsuo could only dream
Plus they've got hidden slits which emit a custom pheromone mix
For anybody lucky enough
To gaze 'pon the face that'd make Narcissus look up
Designed by the ghost of a certain turtleneck-wearing man
(And don't forget the year-round tan)
In 60 years mine will remain the same
Yours will resemble topographical survey
Your organs are failing and mine get a yearly upgrade

Shed this pillar of meat instead
Don't look back on the welter of sin
Give me a vessel steered by the shit inside my head
"Hold my beer" future me will say
Wheeling your chair to the end of the deck
Watch me do liners down into the uncanny valley