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 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 trouble of mind

No thank you or 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

Its software, is hardware, its heartbeat, is time-share

Its midwife's a disc drive, its sex life, is quantised

It's self-perpetuating a parahumanoidarianised

Back to humans, Back to humans

Back to machines

Machines...

Living in a new world, Thinking in the past

Living in a new world, How you gonna last?

Machine world, Back to humans

It's a machines world, Thinking in the past (back to humans)

Living in a new world, How you gonna last?

Machine world, It's a machine's world

Back to humans, Living in a new world

How you gonna last? Machine world

It's a machine's world