Lyrics

The merry men of tin seek love and travel,
south to see the darlings of Asterby.
Women of flesh and blood and no ties,
breathing air and pulsing life all of the time.

So what makes us different?
How are we the same?
Questions are boundless, but one remains.

If I was made of plastic.
Would you activate me.
If I was made of tin, would you activate me?
There?s a whole world that I am not programmed with, still I swear there?s more....

As you are to me.

A man of tin found one and she had flowers.
And he said surely you are the darling that I seek.
She said a darling is defined by he who loves her.
And I would be yours truly if you think me to be.
But his heart broke down, he wasn?t built to handle love.
His heart broke down, and he said...

If I was made of plastic.
Would you activate me.
If I was made of tin, would you activate me?
There?s a whole world that I am not programmed with, still I swear there?s more....
As you are to me.

I am mechanical......
I am bits of machine wire.
I pray to Gods mechanical.
I am wire, springs, attachments.
I am bits of cord and coil.
I am circuits made of copper.
I am gasoline and oil.

If I was made of plastic.
Would you activate me.
If I was made of tin, would you activate me?
There?s a whole world that I am not programmed with, still I swear there?s more....
As you are to me, the darlings of asterby.