This damn machine, this damn machine,
this broken head doesnR17;t work.
So they’re selling it off again
These crooked legs, these twisted arms,
these tired feet lost their worth.
Soon they’ll dismantle them
But we217;re all just part of some giant grand machine
Too big to really understand
But we217;ll do our jobs till we break down and fall
Now we just sleepwalk.
We drift through the week.
A dead procession always dragging its feet. Well, come on
Our hands are swallen.
We all need to sleep.
But there’s no time, just stitch us up so we’ll keep
We’re all just part of someone’s elaborate plan
Chess pieces in some grandiose scheme
But we’ll do our jobs till we break down and fall
this broken head doesnR17;t work.
So they’re selling it off again
These crooked legs, these twisted arms,
these tired feet lost their worth.
Soon they’ll dismantle them
But we217;re all just part of some giant grand machine
Too big to really understand
But we217;ll do our jobs till we break down and fall
Now we just sleepwalk.
We drift through the week.
A dead procession always dragging its feet. Well, come on
Our hands are swallen.
We all need to sleep.
But there’s no time, just stitch us up so we’ll keep
We’re all just part of someone’s elaborate plan
Chess pieces in some grandiose scheme
But we’ll do our jobs till we break down and fall