The Machine

you're just walking round your little mazes figuring out how to get by,

how to get laid and get famous, get yourself paid, impress the guys.

you think you're thinking for yourself

but when you get on the subway's most crowded part just to stand behind a

girl

then you are just a robot, executing a program.

you are just a robot, an imitation of a man

you're taught to divide the world into buddies and wives, sluts and wimps;

and ever since, you've kept a scorecard - how else to prove you're such

the pimp.

you think you're thinking for yourself

but when you when you can't get any the consentual way so you decide to

use some force

then you are just a robot, executing a program.

you are just a robot, an imitation of a man

she told me one night when we were lying quiet and cold, something not

right.

it had been months since the good times, once there was sun, now there was

night.

and she said to me as she turned on the light,

"there's something you don't know keeps me from feeling right.

i once knew a guy, i'd seen him around.

he knew all my friends, he came from town.

one night at a party, we both were there,

he followed me into the bathroom, he grabbed my hair,"

and she said "i still remember just how the floor felt and how my head

would hit the tub."

now where is that robot, put a stake thru my true love

where is that robot, should get struck down from above

you are just a robot, executing a program, an imitation of a man