Текст песни The New Machine - The Residents

Today I have declared myself to be a subject of the will of the people
Too long have my studies and research been for my own pleasures and distractions
Civilization needs the minds of its people
My first project will be the freeing of our underground workers
There is no reason why technology cannot be called on to meet this challenge
A machine, a great machine, I see it now
Creatures, seek your dignity
Scrap metal and I shall fight, and you shall be the winner

They lie about all through the day
Thinking that they should be paid
For all 'em knowing how to breed
Producing more for us to have to pay for their food, too
They'll steal our daughters for their brides
Expecting more than life provides
A huge ungrateful straw stampede

Failure oh, my beautiful machine, my poor, poor beautiful machine
What have I done wrong?
Where have I failed you?
But give up?
Never!
Not as long as there are souls imprisoned inthe dark life
Not as long as a whisper of life clings to my body
There will be freedom in the holes
All will hail the new machine
Yes, Yes, I think I've got it now
There, the spark leaps to live
The Golden Age quivers on the brink of creation
Live, my machine
Live my savior
You have my breath
You have my dream