Interpret:

Queen

Album:

The Works

Machines, machines, machines, machines
Machines, machines, machines, machines
It's a machines 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 never cry, we never retreat
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 Access Memory
Never worry, never mind
Not for money not for gold


It's software it's hardware
It's heartbeat is time-share
It's midwife's a disk drive
It's sex life is quantized
It's self perpetrating a parahumanoidarianised


Back to humans
Back to humans


Back to machines
Machines, machines, machines, machines


Living in a new world
Thinking in the past
Living in a new world
How you gonna last
Machine world
It's a machines world


Living in a new world
Thinking in the past
Living in a new world
How you gonna last
Machine world
It's a machines world


Back to humans
Back to humans
Back to humans
machine world...