The machine is the body
The mechanic makes the money
The mind is the beauty
The programmer takes the honey
The machine is you
The machine is me
Whatever else swarms around
Is a leftover, the soot & the booty
The mechanic is on duty
He is the maker
Of the beast and the cutie
He is the taker
The mechanical mason on duty
Leave the loot behind
I always tell my machine mind
Leave your metal to rust
I always tell my body, in God we Trust
But the shallow & the weeds
Or whatever is my feed
Leaves a man, who was once the seed
Of his own creed, Of his own creed.
The mechanic makes the money
The mind is the beauty
The programmer takes the honey
The machine is you
The machine is me
Whatever else swarms around
Is a leftover, the soot & the booty
The mechanic is on duty
He is the maker
Of the beast and the cutie
He is the taker
The mechanical mason on duty
Leave the loot behind
I always tell my machine mind
Leave your metal to rust
I always tell my body, in God we Trust
But the shallow & the weeds
Or whatever is my feed
Leaves a man, who was once the seed
Of his own creed, Of his own creed.
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