People used to ride horses 
Then they moved on to cars 
Then on to big jet planes ans
 Rockets to the stars 

Why's my soul any different?
 Trapped in this delicate skin
 I'd rather be made of titanium
 And free of all my sins 

I'd rather be a robot 
I'd rather be a robot
 I'd rather be a robot 
While I'm in this world 

I'd rather be a robot writing poems 
On a Sunday afternoon 

Перестань со мной быть сильным 
И как робот стальным,
 Я ведь вижу ты устал
 И немного простыл. 
Хватит с меня сомнений 
И спокойствия хватит, 
Я хочу, чтоб тебя смущало 
Мое откровенное платье. 

People are fragile
And so full of fear 
Greed, rage and envy 
And wondering why we're here 

Robots are humble 
An empathetic lot 
And they aren't constantly tortured 
By the instincts that we've got