Bot

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Intro – autotune

The old man, the old man, yeah, he's stuck in the past,
Now it’s the robot runnin’ the gaff.
Sunshine, footy, and flyin’ kites —
But that’s all gone, mate… all gone.

Still the same ends,
Still the same bends.
One old man, one bot —
That’s the setup, fam, like it or not.

Verse 1

He’s solo, bruv, in the flat —
Ashtray full, telly’s whack.
Blinds down, place lookin’ rough,
He’s smokin’ through days like life ain’t enough.

There’s the bot, stood there dead still,
Eyes flashin’ red — cold, but real.
It’s like, “I’m here, sir, chill, don’t stress,”
But the old man’s not feelin’ the kindness.

“Back again? What d’you want now?”
Thinks he’s better off without that sound.
But the gov put the robot there, see?
To cook, to clean, to keep company.

Chorus – autotuned, catchy hook

Bip bip… bot’s in the flat,
Click click… scans the vibe just like that.
The old man moans, but he don’t say no —
One day he’ll mutter, “Cheers, little bro.”

Brrrra… same grind every day,
Nothing new through the window display.
Or maybe it’s me
Gettin’ soft? Might be…

Verse 2

Sweat on the sheets,
Not from joy, but from long cold sleeps.
Bot’s hand on his brow,
Keeps him steady, keeps him now.

The old man, the old man, clings to the past,
Robot’s here, holdin’ fast.
Sunshine, footy, them kites in the sky —
It’s just a patch, still don’t know why.

“You dreamin’?” he asks, stuck in routine,
But there’s a chill now, a shimmer in the screen.
Or maybe it’s me
Feelin’ deep, yeah… could be.

Chorus – warmer, evolving

Bip bip… coffee on the side,
Click click… feels less robotic inside.
“Not too bad, you tin can, fair play…”
There’s stars in his wires — no delay.

Skrrr… routine breaks apart,
“Let’s bounce — show me the art part!”
He looks up: “Let’s hit the park.”
Bot’s ready, fam — click clack, spark!

Bridge

Harness on, gears aligned,
Ironman in his pensioner prime.
Joy in his eyes, bit of that old fire,
Robocop grinnin’ — he’s wired with desire.

[Final chorus]
Kites up high, wind in the trees,
Grandad smilin’, finally at ease.
Says, “Mad, innit… I forgot how to live.”
And the bot just listens — got nothin’ more to give.

Yeah yeah… it ain’t silence no more,
But the heart’s heatin’ up from the core.
Bit of humanity — that’s the key,
One little “cheers” for a rusted memory.

Outro – soft piano, wind, street sounds

His eyes close… real slow,
Wind hums low… gentle flow.
Bot don’t move — just stays put, true…
And that kite, fam… it flies right through.