Man Machine

Hip-two-three-four

What the hell we're fightin' for?

They work with tools made to kill

Not from choice, but some other's will

They work from mornin' on through the night

To try and win the endless fight

Man machines marchin' on the ground

They leave no trace alive around

Losin' power and no heart

Does this human hate it all?

What's his name?

He's a man-machine

What's his game?

You got to kill all fast and clean

What's his name?

He's a man-machine

Not a man anymore

But a fiend!

When their games are at their best

These machines are havin' no rest

A major order, man-made parts

Human soldiers ripped all our hearts!

What's his name?

He's a man-machine

What's his game?

You got to kill all fast and clean

What's his name?

He's a man-machine

Not a man anymore

But a fiend!

Oh!

When the game is at its best

These machines have no rest

Made to order man-made parts

Human soldiers ripped all our hearts

The old machines are carried away

The new machines are left to stay

Some are broken, bent, unrepaired

The breath of life fills the air

What's his name?

He's a man-machine

What's his game?

You got to kill all fast and clean

What's his name?

He's a man-machine

Not a man anymore

But a fiend!

Such a man-machine

Oh, man-machine!

Oh! Oh! Help me girl, got to help!

No, it's just a man

Man, man, not, not, not

Not gonna give ourselves back to them