Robotic Arm

Takeing You back to school arm made out of metal,
everybody talking noise like time is almost gone,
rock in middle of Texas like playing metal rock on stage,
Robotic arms is what the government making us out to be,
It's not made of God but of the devil,
tell me where to hide everybody almost evil with a side of hint,
I rock you with a guitar while takeing tar off a roof of a metal building,
I dance for you but you never dance for me down the yellow brick road,
Robotic arm then everything okay while I work with a metal arm remote,
standing here in the kitchen cooking noodles with a robotic arm,
Hiding fish in a net in the ocean so fisherman can't have my cut,
nobody running to money when their ain't no cut,
almost like eating fruit loops with milk to get strong again,
I'm a robotic arm waiting dude because I know everything done by Robots,
but almighty God never intended it that way,
BBQ Store I eat a BBQ Sandwhich with my robotic arm,
took time away from my own work place to play with your mind,
like we in a movie studio makeing a hit poetry movie,
Took a break for a minute everybodys like will he return,
If you preaching be about God then,
Robotic arm it's what I'm use to useing.