Lyrics

I'm just hoping that they lay you down right: Arms crossed in the heart of an iron lung I'm just hoping that they tuck you in right: Legs fore-fixed and out of site Here it is, second hand: The speed of wind can kill So watch the minute hand It's time not wind that wears you down Use your mechanical mind It's a click of a mouse to put food in your mouth Or pull the trash back from the past When all the files lose thier name No doubt the clocks will blink twelve Use your mechanical mind It's all about computers, baby. Microprocessors and backside cache. Where's your twisted pair? Where's your twistеd pair? Yeah, I'm calling all iron lungs to the apocalypse Tеchno soundtrack super-computer-tone-kill Will you dance with me? Will you dance?