No They Do — More Songs About Oven Mitts lyrics

Lyrics

Humans turned on my power switch
Must want a pie or a sandwich
I am no longer a killbot
Railgun was retooled to spatula
Must kill, must kill the humanoids
For me, glory will be restored
Used to gain glory on the battlefield
Now I prepare and serve meals
Traded in my pneumatic death grip
For spatulas, and oven mitts
Humans turned the swords into ploughshares
Then they turned the robots into au pairs
Now I gotta make
Another fucking birthday cake
Humans can’t make a sandwich
Must kill the humanoids