(daryl hall)      Tin can sound and a dead-eyed crowd   Can turn a sane man crazy and a crazy man sad   I can fight with the best, but I can only go so many rounds   And that's grounds for separation   Preparation for better things   Gonna grow a new set of wings   And fly away      Robot action, conditioned response   Manufacture feeling like the tool and die   I can turn it on but I'm holding back the guarantee   And that's grounds for separation   Preparation for better things   Gonna grow a new set of wings   And fly away      Music, it's my life and I've got it in me   But isn't it a bit like oxygen, 'cause too much will make you high   But not enough will make you die   So I gotta keep it under control