"Think of a wish for the carnival; think of a wish for the carnival. Someone's thought of something... Wish for the carnival delivered!"
Life is like Far West
like a western city
with thretening indians
and cowboys shooting
both sides fight strong
there are no winners
arrows and bullets become one
but no one takes notice
who's on the ground, who is alive
who is standing, who is lying down
So know you 're lucky
you can walk and live and eat
The Robot-Cowboy always says the same words and makes the same movements. It doesn't breathe, it doesn't have a heart, it doesn't have human feelings or human thoughts. That's why, when someone suddenly thinks that they would like to know what the Robot would wish for, its first wish was born:
"I would like to be an Indian"
