LYRICS
Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeTin Machine
Tin machineTin machineTake me anywhereSomewhere without alcoholOr goons with muddy hairTin machineTin machineTin machineTin machineThe zombies that I passThe guy that beats his baby upThe preachers and their pastTin machineTin machineTin machineBaby dollBaby dollClarity and prayerThere's more than money moving hereThere's mindless maggot glareWorking horrors-humping ToriesSpittle on their chinsCarving up my children's futureRead 'em pal and grinRaging raging ragingBurning in my roomC'mon and get a good ideaC'mon and get it soonI'm waiting on the fire escapeI'm not exactly wellI'm neither red nor black nor whiteI'm grey and blown to hellTin machineTin machineMake some new computer thingThat puts me on the moonNot this psycho-time-bomb planetPoised to meet it's makerShake a legTin machineTin machineOne sick deathless duty to remain endangered speciesThey reach right out to touch someoneThen wash their crusty handsTin machineTin machineBaby dollBaby dollBlue suede tuneless wondersMass confusion-faithless bluesNight that spews out watchmenMopping up another fortuneFractured words and branca-sonicAnger trapped behind locked doorsAnd right between the eyesRaging raging ragingBurning in my roomC'mon and get a good ideaC'mon and get it soonI'm waiting on the fire escapeI'm not exactly wellI'm neither red nor black nor whiteI'm grey and blown to hellTin machineTin machineTin machineTin machineTin machineTin machineTin machine
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