Lyrics:
I didn't sleep a wink all night long
Waitin' by my telephone
You said you'd call me 'bout a quarter to ten
But you went and stood me up again
I
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
What a bummer bein' you
Well ya just can't dance
And forget romance
Everybody you know still calls ya
Farty Pants
But you always have a job well I mean
It was almost a year before she called him up
Three rings and an answering machine is what she got
If your callin' 'bout the car, I sold it
If
I'll be back home; Boy, I'll see you later
Goin' back to a time when I know everything was straighter (everything was straighter)
Everything's great
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
Forget about it
I'm admittin' I was wrong
And I'll just take what's mine
And walk right out the door
Forget about it
I'll split and I'll be
dream too much
I'm caught up by the ghosts in my machine
Wooh, yeah
I'm bruised and battered by the storm
(I'm bruised and battered by the storm)
My life's in jeopardy
Murdered in cold blood is what I'm gonna be
I haven't been home since Friday night and now my wife
Is comin' after me
and godless
(We're) Synchronized and seamless
In worship of success
Why do we act like machines?
Metal machine music
Forget
United, we're faceless
come on, be happy
Forget your troubles, come on, stay happy
Happy, stay happy
I burn with desire
each time my heart fans the fire
To that old flame
that burns inside of me
She cried when I left her
now I try to forget her
Programming of music machines must only be performed by
Machines
Unless a human befriends a machine
In this case
A machine will need to make this official
any amusement hall
That deaf, dumb, blind boy,
Sure plays a mean pinball.
He stands like a statue, becomes part of the machine.
Feeling all
You know sex 'em up a little bit
You know what I mean?
You're the honey that I see when I'm riding by
The one giving me a feeling that I can't deny
am (secret secret I've got a secret)
Machine or mannequin (secret secret I've got a secret)
With parts made in Japan (secret secret I've got
'Tis sweet to be remembered on a bright or a gloomy day
'Tis sweet to be remembered by a dear one far away
'Tis sweet to be remembered, remembered,
It's dangerous to forget all the crawling.
As I circle inside the invisible ring
This machine may not be communicating
Handrails keep us upright
So
my side
I'm takin' some of y'all with me it's, by my side
I'm makin' sure they won't forget me it's, by my side
To all the niggas tryin' to get me
am (secret secret I've got a secret)
Machine or mannequin (secret secret I've got a secret)
With parts made in Japan (secret secret I've got
can keep it undercover
I wanna find a place where we can be alone in the dark, oh
And you can navigate me like the map that you know by heart, oh
Peaceful confrontation meet war machine
Seizing all civil liberties
Honest ballotation among banshee
Spilling blood throughout humanity
You
My life's in jeopardy
Murdered in cold blood is what I'm gonna be
I haven't been home since Friday night and now my wife
Is comin' after me
embarrassed
And I must be gone
The machine guns are roaring
The puppets heave rocks
The fiends nail time bombs
To the hands of the clocks
Call me any
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