Man

I'm a man and I'm a man I do what I hate and don't understand I'm a real machine You're a real machine I'm a real machine You're a real machine Just off the hot mic There is the General 'Are we waiting to be invited?! I could eat em up in two gulps!' I decorate my cells I am the holy fool I can get strangely compelled But I can't get rid of the self I am a man and I am a man So I do what I hate and I don't understand You're a real machine I'm a real machine You're a real machine I'm a man and I'm a man I do what I hate and don't understand I'm a man and I'm a man I do what I hate and don't understand I'm a real machine You're a real machine I'm a real machine You're a real...