Текст песни My Mechanical Romance - ChuggaBoom

Give me my money back
Give me my money back
Magical machines placed in convenient locations
Containing many things nobody should consume
At the youth club, leisure centre, zoo, they′re always there for you
Until it drops the wrong packet of crisps, fuck this shit
Sometimes it's a drink, sometimes it′s a snack
But it's always gonna end without getting your money back
Pressing "coin return" just spits out some bronze
Why am I being tortured?, what the fuck have I done wrong?
It's a sad day for mankind, that Yorkie should be mine
I think stealing is their design, machines are killing me
So many different types, some even effortlessly make you hot drinks
(They kinda suck but at least they can do it)
But there is still an issue, they′ll burn your fucking tongue off
It′s like taking a sip of molten lava straight from hell
Holy fucking Jesus Christ, who signed off on this shit?
How did this ever get past R&D?
What dickweed thought this was a good idea?
I don't think I have a mouth anymore
Carl mate, can you take me to the hospital? Oh shit
It′s a sad day for mankind, that Yorkie should be mine
I think stealing is their design, Machines are killing me
I don't know what to do, I really need an energy boost
I′ve wasted too much to give up now
And I'm determined to get this to work
What do you want from me?
I′ve given you 7 fucking pounds and I
Don't even have any doritos in my hand right now
I'll give you my fucking soul
Security′s told me to stop kicking this shit, so give me my doritos or
Give me my money back, bleh
Give me my money back
It′s a sad day for mankind, that Yorkie should be mine
I think stealing is their design, Machines are killing me
I don't know what to do, I really need an energy boost
I′ve wasted too much to give up now,
And I'm determined to get this to work
I′m so angry, I really want a coconut chocolate bar
I will break who ever designed this's fucking neck