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of sound
Ooh! It's a killing machine it's got everything
Like a driving power big fat tyres everything
I love it I need it I bleed it
Yeah! It's a wild
A just machine to make big decisions 
Programmed by fellows with compassion and vision 
We'll be clean when their work is done 
We'll be eternally free
graphite and glitter
Undersea by rail
Ninety minutes from New York to Paris
(More leisure for artists everywhere)
A just machine no make big decisions
Oh yeah!
In France, a skinny man died of a big disease with a little name
By chance his girlfriend came across a needle and soon she did the same
Oh yeah!
In France, a skinny man died of a big disease with a little name
By chance his girlfriend came across a needle and soon she did the same
Oh yeah! 
In France, a skinny man died of a big disease with a little name 
By chance his girlfriend came across a needle and soon she did the same
up to big D
In hope to get my big break on national TV.

Honey, I think I have what it takes to make you a star "But first...

Oh, waitret,
chandeliers hangin' by a thread
We're in the pink baby just two trillon in the red
And I hear gabriel blowing his saxophone
Through a great big hole in
, by, bye-bye
Wave bye, sugar boats!
As soon as you paint every last grain of sand
As you soon as you paint every star
In the sky, sky, sky, sky, sky, sky
He plays guitar at a hotel bar 
For out-of-towners and business men 
He struts and sings to his drum machine 
But he won't make it big
Oh Yeah
In France a skinny man
Died of a big disease with a litte name
By chance his girlfriend came across a needle
And soon she did the same
to see what it feels like
'cause we all love to live in drama

be a big movie star
Fancy ass houses big car
Doin lots of drugs fuckin up an break laws
He plays guitar at a hotel bar
For out-of-towners and business men
He struts and sings to his drum machine
But he won't make it big at the Holiday
Hey L.A.

There's an automatic teller machine in the emergency room
There's a meter maid she arrives by broom
There's a bear in the air with
the Machine, flyin over the Atlantic ocean 

with the potion 



Chorus: cool Keith 



Black Elvis, rock star, walkin down Broadway 

What y'all
kicking and screaming.
Everything I touch starts peeling.
We malfunction like machines.

Get up off the floor and answer the phone.
I want to be a big
your magic voice
On the analogue of this machine
I hear the smoothest talk
With the coolest transparent star field

Will there be any danger
If our talk
the speed of sound
Ooh, it's a killing machine
It's got everything
Like a driving power

Big fat tyres and everything 
I love it and I need it, I feed
in the meanest machine? 
(Ain't I?)
Ain't I one-hundred player for sure
Ain't I slick bout pimp game and just might mack on your ho
(Ain't I?)
turned to sand
And the sand has turned to stone on the star making machine

[Chorus]
I'm thirty one years old
That ain't the end but it sure ain't
Porter told me
"See you can push a new car, it's different for a rap star"
And AZ was givin' 50s to the homeless
They never bragged about it ? "L, we
Oh yeah

In France, skinny man
Died of a big disease with a little name
By chance his girlfriend came across a needle
Soon she did the same
a queen, she?s a queen 
Getting? played like a machine 
And all the men pretend that they respect her when they leave 
Hollywood 

There?s a man,
dolls

A pair of big shades and a push up bra
It's such a short gap between the gutter and stars
But you've come a long way from the place that you
turned to sand
And the sand has turned to stone on the star making machine

I'm 31 years old
That ain't the end but it sure ain't where I began