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Sailor - Machines
I was born from a 'Triple X' computerised machine
Although my daddy, he was just another 'lazermatic' beam
They used to tell me funny stories
About creatures they call people - long ago
They even told me they had made us - don't you know
Machines, machines, machines, machines, machines
Who needs flesh - and who needs blood?
We need people like a stick in the mud
We've got brains - and we've got speed
We're in the making of the ultimate breed
No more slaving and scraping to people it's over (over)
Machines, machines, machines, machines
Last night I was fixing up this beautiful machine
But as she started up she turned around looking like a dream
I used to think that all this falling in love
Was just for people - but oh no
She made me fuse a printed a circuit - don't you know
Machines, machines, machines, machines, machines
Who needs flesh - and who needs blood?
We need people like a stick in the mud
We've got brains - and we've got speed
We're in the making of the ultimate breed
No more slaving and scraping to people it's over (over)
Machines, machines, machines, machines
I really dig the groovy shape of your transistors
I only wish you hadn't so many resistors
One two three four
You've got all that I adore
You make me feel so proud to be a machine
Machines, machines, machines, machines, machines
Who needs flesh - and who needs blood?
We need people like a stick in the mud
We've got brains - and we've got speed
We're in the making of the ultimate breed
No more slaving and scraping to people it's over (over)
Machines, machines, machines, machines, machines
Who needs flesh - and who needs blood?
We need people like a stick in the mud
We've got brains - and we've got speed
We're in the making of the ultimate breed
Machines, machines, machines, machines, machines
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