Tin Machine Lyrics

Tin machine
Tin machineTake me anywhere
somewhere without alcohol
Or goons with muddy hairTin machine
Tin machineTin machine
Tin machineThe zombies that I pass
The guy that beats his baby up
The preachers and their pastTin machine
Tin machineTin machine
Baby doll
Baby dollClarity and power
There's more than money moving here
There's mindless maggot glare
Working horrors-humping Tories
Spittle on their chins
Carving up my children's future
Read 'em pal and grinRaging raging raging
Burning in my room

Come on and get a good idea
Come on and get it soon
I'm waiting on the fire escape
I'm not exactly well
I'm neither red nor black nor white
I'm gray and blown to hellTin machine
Tin machineMake some new computer thing
That puts me on the moon
Not this psycho-time-bomb planet
Poised to meet its maker
Shake a legTin machine
Tin machineOne sick deathless duty to remain endangered species
They reach right out to touch someone
Then wash their crusty handsTin machine
Tin machineBaby doll
Baby dollBlue suede tuneless wonders
Mass confusion-faithless blues
Night that spews out watchmen
Mopping up another fortune
Fractured words and branca-sonic
Anger trapped behind locked doors
And right between the eyes