Beautiful
machine
David Brown
I am the ghost in the machine
A knave between the King and Queen
I flash the blipverts on your screen
Scenes of how things might have been
But it's a beautiful machine
When it works in harmony
And if we stay for the refrain
Depends on how we maintain
The moving parts of you and me
The beautiful machine
With blades that gleam like sardines
I scheme to guillotine your self-esteem
I point a beam on your routine
From my cream upholstered limousine
But it's a beautiful machine
When it works in harmony
And if we stay for the refrain
Depends on how we maintain
The moving parts of you and me
The beautiful machine
I stalk your dreams like caffeine
Tearing seams where repairs have been
I'm strychnine in love's Ovaltine
The curse of Hello! Magazine
But it's a beautiful machine
And it shapes our destiny
And if we die or survive
Depends on how we drive
The moving parts of you and me
The beautiful machine |