Текст песни Machine - Rod West

Creating friction in today's
Machine will not do
Wheels within wheels in
A random array
Producing nobody new
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Devoured by obsolescence

And what if new parts
Replace the bold
Who are foresaken in the fray?
Heretics and hypocrites
Can make them go away
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I became a ne'er-do-well
The day my mama strayed
Much more denied myself
Enjoyment of my days
I got straight A's and
Made the travel team and such
I got some trophies and
Played kickball way too much
All of a sudden I was
Limping with no crutch
All for nothing if
I hadn't felt your touch

Creating friction in today's
Machine will not do