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