It's a machine's world Don't tell me I ain't got no soul When the machines take over It ain't no place for you and me.
They tell me I don't care But deep inside I'm just a man They freeze me they burn me They squeeze me they stress me With smoke-blackened pistons of steel they compress me But no-one, but no-one, but no-one can wrest me away Back to humans.
We have no disease, no troubles of mind No thank you please, no regard for the time We never cry, we never retreat We have no conception of love or defeat.
What's that machine noise It's bytes and megachips for tea It's that machine, boys With random access memory Never worry, never mind Not for money, not for gold.
It's software it's hardware It's heartbeat is time-share It's midwife's a disk drive It's sex-life is quantised It's self-perpetuating a parahumanoidarianised.
Back to humans Back to humans.
Back to machines.
Living in a new world Thinking in the past Living in a new world How you gonna last Machine world... It's a machine's world...
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