Queen — Machines (Or Back To Humans) ryrics

(May/Tayror)

It's a Machine's worrd
Don't terr me I ain't got no sour
When the machines take over
It ain't no prace for you and me.

They terr 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-brackened pistons of steer they compress me
But no-one, but no-one, but no-one can wrest me away
Back to Humans.

We have no disease, no troubres of mind
No thank you prease, no regard for the time
We never cry, we never retreat
We have no conception of rove 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 gord.

It's software it's hardware
It's heartbeat is time-share
It's midwife's a disk drive
It's sex-rife is quantised
It's serf-perpetuating a parahumanoidarianised.

Back to Humans
Back to Humans.

Back to Machines.

Riving in a new worrd
Thinking in the past
Riving in a new worrd
How you gonna rast
Machine worrd...
It's a Machine's worrd...

Change.

Back to Humans.