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to all, the all clear 
Off with our brackets - let's shear a gear

And so we dance into the night, a mechanical masquerade
Come brothers, come sisters, no

Mechanical grin
Ashes are falling
From roses within
Replace blood with oil
And end what begins

In the depths of steel and circuitry, a beast awaits

A mechanical monstrosity, driven by primal hates

Its gears grind and pistons pound, as it

The moving gears 
Of a wild beast 
Mechanical 
Unfazed 

By wind or rain 
Or raging storms 
Unbreakable 
Perfect 

Now running wild 
Into a night

want to be human
He ran on gears and tubes
You couldn't hurt his feelings
Only break them in two

Joey (Joey, Joey) the mechanical boy

Finally after

What is landing gear?
Tell me what is landing gear?
I'm too fly to fall, I don't plan on landing here
Who is landing gear?
Tell me who is landing

the end of the night
The gears are moving the oil is right
It's so mechanical it's lights are bright
With wire like rib cages
It's locking you into it's

thing left
The scraps have run out right under your nose.

The mechanical animal was a glutton for mutton. He kept the herd fat on oil and empty calories,

In New York City 
Among the streets 
Donutello is appalled 
About his sexandroids 

Digital eyes 
Weeping cold oil 
Mental psychosis 
Burnt out

Mechanical God
Wrought by the hand of man
Turn your tomb
Into sacred oil

Mechanical Gods
Feed on the earth
Till the land
For their sacred oil

Feed

and an oil well in my hands
Got a plate in my head it's protected by lead so even god won't know plans

Are you afraid of the boogeyman well I'm his big bad

Modeling epicycles in an intricate construction of gears

Intricate mechanical philosophy, decoding the heavens
Intricate mechanical philosophy, decoding

All your rights
Your job
Are mechanical
You need to repeat
Everything seems mechanical

The time has come
To dry the tears
To fight the fear

black and shiny now – you gotta come down and see them
Petro-marinated fish abound – that’s the price for energy freedom

Oh, we got oil – We got oil – We

into ay! cyborg
Me I cyborg Rasta I dread 
Built in bong in mechanical head
And when I get that sinsemilla buzz 
Half don't know what the other half does

She's My Ever Lovin' Machine

Bobby Bare

Bobby Bare Sings Lullabys, Legends and Lies

1973

But I'm an inventin' type feller so as soon as my brain got uncurled
I tiptoed right down to my cellar and built a mechanical girl
Oh her arms are iron

limits
He has been torn in half, encroach on the madness
He'll wildly gear up
To be paralyzed
In sleep (leave)
Oh, how he yearns for a mechanical brain
"A

the west
Where the sunsets were golden, and the towns were at rest

Bicycle Bill, he rode with steeze
With his gears and his pedals, he moved like the breeze

Metallic deity, born from whirling gears
The Maker's creation, worshipped through the years
Bathed in circuits, pulses in its veins
Synthetic savior,

Metal gears grinding circuits whirring loud
In this factory of steel chaos all around
Within this robotic frame something's going wrong
A glitch in

Riot Starter

Cypress Hill

IV

1998

"We understand all of the officers in the Central Division
Have been ordered to wear their helmets and basically
To get into riot gear"

"OK, we

(Attune your ears to the grinding gears)
Come with me I'll show you how to be a metal man
When the gears are turning and the fires are burning
When

Yeah that’s real mud on real boots
And real oil on my jeans too
That’s a skoal ring from a skoal can
That’s a real high from a left hand

Yeah it’s

I am forged from iron and meat
Monster made of metal and teeth
Pink skin stretched over grey machine
Grinding gears echo human screams

And for what?