From: The Works, 1984
Written by: Brian May & Roger Taylor
Vocoder/Synth programming - Mack
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Machines
Machines
Machines...
It's a machine's world
Don't tell me I ain't got no soul
When the machines take over
It ain't no place for rock'n'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 troubles of mind
We're fighting for peace
No regard for the time
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 Acces Memory
Never worry, never mind
Not for money, not for gold
It's software, it's hardware
Its heartbeat's a time share
Its midwife's a disk drive
Its sex life is quantised
It's self perpetuating a parahumanoidarianised
Back to humans
Back to humans
Back to machines
Machines
Machines...
Living in a new world
Thinking in the past
Living in a new world
How you gonna last?
Machine's world
Machine's world
Back to humans
Back to humans!
