Lyrics:
Man Machine, pseudo human being
Man Machine, super human being
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The man machine, machine...
Man Machine, pseudo human being
Man Machine, super human being
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The man machine, machine
Man makes machines
To man the machines
That make the machines
That make the machines
Make a machine
To make a machine
And man and machine
Will make
of light
So you motherfuckers want to race
You've all got loser tattooed on your face
Machine Man's running - you wanna try
Machine Man's coming -
Machines
It's a machines world
Don't tell me I ain't got no soul
When the machines take over
It ain't no place for rock and roll
They tell
naugahyde bucket seats in front and back
(Check my custom machine)
Everything is chrome, man, even my jack
(Check my custom machine)
When I step
parallel to the Carbon 15
With the scope, monkey nuts, and the infrared beam
The machine don't make the man, the man make the machine
So many try
the outlaw trail
Machine Gun Kelly was a simple man
But the woman was as hard as hell
Watch out Machine Gun
Don't let her run you round
Don't let
the outlaw trail
Machine Gun Kelly was a simple man
But the woman was as hard as hell
Watch out Machine Gun
Don't let her run you round
Don't let
Man made machines make music for the man
Now machines make music while the man makes plans
A second generation a generation lost
While the man
of sleep, how it looks instead,
I'm a rhythm machine; you know what I mean,
I'm a music man; I play the blues whenever I can,
I'm a music man; I play
trapped within
Tell it like it is
Till there's no misunderstanding
When You strip it right back
Man feed machine
Machine feed man
Tell it like it
trapped within
Tell it like it is
Till there's no misunderstanding
When You strip it right back
Man feed machine
Machine feed man
Tell it like it
trapped within
Tell it like it is
Till there's no misunderstanding
When You strip it right back
Man feed machine
Machine feed man
Tell it like it
destroy within
Disappear like man was never here
Long live machine
The future supreme
Man overthrown
Spit out the bone
Plug into me, I guarantee
afternoon,
To paint that love upon a white balloon,
And fly it from the toppest top of all the tops that man has pushed beyond his
Brain.
Satoria must be
cry
You make a grown man cry
You make a grown man cry
Spread out the oil, the gasoline
I walk smooth, ride in a mean, mean machine
Start it up
See
It works
In monkeys
You're right
Again
But it is a thin win
Man Machine Poem
Breathtakingly
The Egg Thief
His wins
Are thin
Avocet
century man
A 22nd century man
On a holiday through history,
But the final destination was a mystery
But something on the time-machine had blown
So they
a little gas
Drive straight on through the night
Man-made mechanical mover
Love your machine
You say nothing's right but natural things
Ah, you fool
The working man, he's always struggling
Sweating 'til the edge of the night
He's a slave to the machine, but he's dreaming
Pick the numbers, strike it rich,
Fellas, I'm ready to get up and do my thing
I wanta get into it, man, you know...
Like a, like a sex machine, man,
Movin'... doin' it, you know
Fellas, I'm ready to get up and do my thing
I wanta get into it, man, you know
Like a, like a sex machine, man
Movin', doin' it, you know, can I
guitar in such a man-cock way
Why don't you love me?
Why don't you love me?
Why don't you love me?
Is it my name?
Is it my name?
Is it my name?
Is
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