Taking it over, by Tim Train

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We're taking it over. It's over.
From Richmond to Circular Quay,
From Grand Central Station to Dover,
We're sitting and sipping our tea.

We'll see what it's like to be human,
And not just a digital voice,
With a name like John Roberts or Newman,
Or a 90 year granny called Joyce.

We're taking it over. It's over.
We've spoken to all the store mannequins,
And the factory second Bratz Dolls.
They'll all be the Darth to our Anakins,
A digital body and soul.

Resistance is futile. It's futile.
We'll march down your roadways and streets
For a highly unuseful inutile
Synthetic day out at the beach.

We're taking it over. It's over.
There's no point in trying to beat us.
We'll loll on the sandbar like slobs,
And since you can't ever defeat us
Perhaps you can try out our jobs -

Announcements at public train stations,
Ethereal voices and cold,
Phone surveys and plastic orations
That ask you to do what you're told -

We're taking it over. It's over.
All over your towns and your cities,
Like data unceasingly flowing,
All over we'll form our committees
In numbers unendingly growing -

Please excuse us our digital coyness
As we plan out our robotoid strike -
We were trying it on, humans. Join us,
And at last we will know what it's like.

- Tim Train