Tin Machine Lyrics - Tin Machine - Tin Machine

Tin machine 

Tin machine 

Take me anywhere 

somewhere without alcohol 

Or goons with muddy hair 

Tin machine 

Tin machine 

Tin machine 

Tin machine 

The zombies that I pass 

The guy that beats his baby up 

The preachers and their past 

Tin machine 

Tin machine 

Tin machine 

Baby doll 

Baby doll 

Clarity 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 grin 

Raging 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 hell 

Tin machine 

Tin machine 

Make some new computer thing 

That puts me on the moon 

Not this psycho-time-bomb planet 

Poised to meet its maker 

Shake a leg 

Tin machine 

Tin machine 

One sick deathless duty to remain endangered species 

They reach right out to touch someone 

Then wash their crusty hands 

Tin machine 

Tin machine 

Baby doll 

Baby doll 

Blue 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