Grand Machine No.12 - Electric President

This damn machine, this damn machine

This broken head doesn’t work

So they’re selling it off again and

These crooked legs, these twisted arms

These tired feet lost their worth

Soon they’ll dismantle them and

We’re all just part of some giant grand machine

Too big to really understand

But we’ll do our jobs till we break down and fall

(Doo doo doo doo, doo, doo)

(Bum bum ba-da-bum bum, bum)

(Doo doo doo doo, doo, doo)

(Bum bum ba-da-bum bum ba dum bum)

(Doo doo doo doo, doo, doo)

(Bum bum ba-da-bum bum, bum)

(Doo doo doo doo, doo, doo)

(Bum bum ba-da-bum bum ba dum bum)

Now we just sleepwalk, we drift through the week

A dead procession always dragging its feet, come on

Our hands are swollen, 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