Machines

(альбом: Hideaway - 1978)

I was born from a 'Triple X' computerised machine
Although my daddy he was just another 'lazermatic' beam
They used to tell me funny stories
About creatures they call people long ago
They even told me they had made us don't you know

Machines, machines, machines, machines, machines
Who needs flesh and who needs blood?
We need people like a stick in the mud
We've got brains and we've got speed
We're in the making of the ultimate breed
No more slaving and scraping to the people
It's over over
Machines, machines, machines, machines

Last night I was fixing up this beautiful machine
(Dum de dum, machines, machines)
But as she started up she turned around looking like a dream
(Dum de dum, machines, machines)
I used to think that all this falling in love
Was just for people but oh no
She made me fuse a printed circuit don't you know

Machines, machines, machines, machines, machines
Who needs flesh and who needs blood?
We need people like a stick in the mud
We've got brains and we've got speed
We're in the making of the ultimate breed
No more slaving and scraping to the people
It's over over
Machines, machines, machines, machines

I really dig the groovy shape of your transistors
I only wish you hadn't so many resistors
One two three four
You've got all that I adore
You make me feel so proud to be a machine

Machines, machines, machines, machines, machines
Who needs flesh and who needs blood?
We need people like a stick in the mud
We've got brains and we've got speed
We're in the making of the ultimate breed
No more slaving and scraping to the people
It's over over
Machines, machines, machines, machines

Machines, machines, machines, machines, machines
Who needs flesh and who needs blood?
We need people like a stick in the mud
We've got brains and we've got speed
We're in the making of the ultimate breed