The Red Tornado - HORSE the Band

The red

TOR NA DO

The red

TOR NA DO

The red

TOR NA DO

The red

TOR NA DO

Circuitry and sympathy

Are two different things

But they come together

In a robot who dreams

Round and round

And round he goes

TOASTER FOR A BODY

TORNADO FOR A SOUL

He’s lightning in a bottle

Tornado in a cage

He sees no prison in the lines of his face

TOR-NA-DO

Ah

TOR-NA-DO

AH

His emotions spin at destructive speeds

That he needs to control

The cumulonimbus inside the machine

He’s half robot and half tornado

So sad the cyborg cyclone seems

Drifting through the sky

A willful wisp of machinery

Not born but devised

Still the cyborg cyclone cries

Coolant drips from his eyes

Plastic hands on his heart

That slowly…

Tear him apart

Tornado tornado tornado go

Tornado tornado tornado go

Wild winds whip when he wishes

That he were real

He rarely rusts

But he’s never had a real meal

By saving the world

He’s saving himself

A machine that is selfish

Just like everyone else

Tornado tornado tornado go

Tornado tornado

Go go red tornado