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gonna feel good 

Marching the hate machines into the sun 
Marching the hate machines into the sun 

We'll let's start by 
Making it clear 
Who is
gonna feel good 

Marching the hate machines into the sun 
Marching the hate machines into the sun 

We'll let's start by 
Making it clear 
Who is
warm bodies  I sense 

are not machines that can only make money 

past  perfect  tense 

words for a feeling and all I've discovered 

I'll
The horizon has been defeated 
By the pirates of the new age 
Alien casinos 
Well maybe it's just time to say 
Things can go bad 
And make you
She's a bad mother funker
She's a human sex machine
She's a bad mother funker
She got the power to make you shake your rump
Do the bug

The latest
a big sleep (yeah) hits so good 
I can remember taste so bad 
I can't forget 
Can't remember can't forget 
But I can not 
Like a road machine
or 26s
And I didn't have to be forever surrounded by a million bitches
No matter how bad my life was
I still got love no matter how mad my wife was
I
Red wire: right temple
Black wire: left temple
Red wire: right temple
Black wire: left temple
There are times I think eternal life ain't such a bad
Times're gettin' hard boy money's almost gone
Times're gettin' hard boy time to move along
Gonna take my true love by the hand lead her from this
same bad dreams

Just climb up on the table
Let me throw the switches
It's really a remarkable machine
And the switch is by your head

And when it's done
OF BAD HABITS
THE PRICE OF VICE FORETOLD
ONE BY ONE THEY'LL DO YOU IN
THEY'RE BOUND TO TAKE THEIR TOLL 

THE WRONG THING IS THE RIGHT THING
UNTIL YOU
Be yourself, boys
Let's get this show on the road

Well I'm up every morning by 6:08
Take the Volkswagen bus up the interstate
Feel Charlie
The horizon has been defeated
By the pirates of the new age
Alien casinos
Well maybe its just time to say
The things can go bad
And make you want
surrounded by a million bitches (a million bitches)
No matter how bad my life was I still got love no matter how mad my wife was
I can dream; it's a simple
a broken time machine
No, it's not that bad
No, it's really not that bad

A little midnight chardonnay
Smooth the edges off the day
A little taste
the number nine coal

Someday when I'm dead and gone to heaven, the land of my dreams
I won't have to worry on losin' my job, on bad times and big machines
What do you think of that? 
I'm sleeping down at the laundromat, 
If you should pass by, 
Be sure to drop right in. 
Well I don't have no clothes
the back of my head 
Till its worrying machine 
And in the cotton fields by the house where I was born 
The leaves burn like effigies of my kin
fill up this bad machine

There's a place I know and there is always a door
Where we can stay for a day or two
Oh, and it really doesn't matter what
my bad ways (real bad ass ways)

I've been a player for years, this ain't no rappers dream,
You leavin' messages, on her answering machine
I'm in
and gone 
To Heaven, the land of my dreams,
I won't have to worry on losin' my job 
To bad times 'n big machines.
I ain't gonna pay my money away 
For
unemployment
Got replaced by a machine
And I'm tortured by my bad habits
Sometimes, I lose this struggle to control
And the street has its attractions
When
To bad times and big machines

Oh, I got no house Lord, I got no job
Just got a worried soul
And a blue tattoo on the side of my head
Left by
We're so helpless to our technology
I don't want to be controlled by machines
Analog boy in a digital world
Don't be so digital

Our parents wonder
I feel like someone's watching me
Don't know where the enemy is
The night brings bad dreams to my mind
Maybe the girl that's by my side
Potential