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[bushbashist]

“Were in the building where they make us grow
And I’m frightened by the liquid engineers
Like you”

“The sound of metal
I want to be you
I should learn to be a man
Like you

Plot me on
And turn me on
Everything is moving now

I need my treatment As tomorrow
they send me singing “I am an American”
Do you?

Picture this if is should make the change
I love to pull the wires from the walls
Did you?

And who are you
And how could I ever try
Here inside I like the metal
Don’t you?”