Cute little scrap haulers
Cruising in sandcrawlers
Swindling farmers and rubes
Pawning junk off on noobs
Poorly refurbished tech
Faulty mechanical dreck
Compulsive scavengers
But their robes are a disguise
‘cause their eyes
Are yellow
And they glow
Their faces in shadow
As they go
To and fro
And for once I'd like to know
What they won't
Ever show
What's below
What's below the hood
They travel with their clans
For most of their lifespans
Wandering sandy roads
In their dusty robes
Or riding on rontos
Like cowboys on broncos
Pint-sized hagglers
But their robes are a disguise
‘cause their eyes
Are yellow
And they glow
Their faces in shadow
As they go
To and fro
And for once I'd like to know
What they won't
Ever show
What's below
What's below the hood
They're kind of humanoid
It makes me paranoid
‘cause judging by their eyes
They could be partly droid
And that would just be sad
To sell your own comrades
Maybe that's why
Their robes are a disguise
‘cause their eyes
Are yellow
And they glow
Their faces in shadow
As they go
To and fro
And for once I'd like to know
What they won't
Ever show
What's below
What's below the hood

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