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Queen > The 12" Collection > 3 - Machines (or Back To Humans)

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...

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