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Machines... 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 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 Its 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