Fuck Machine

Lyrics

[Verse 1] It's something physical, conditioned reaction And it's something physical, conditioned attraction But have I finally escaped? Will my eyes no longer rape the innocent? Women, children, human beings Seeing the pain that it brings Shallow, superficial decision Real beauty obscured by my television [Verse 2] But this just in, bikini film at ten The female anchor just smiles and shrugs it off Boys will be boys Do you really wanna be our fucking toys? [Verse 3] And yet again, condone it with a grin Just sit back, idly chat, smile Prove you're just a fuck machine Is that what you really wanna fucking be? [Bridge] Conditioned reaction Conditioned attraction Conditioned suggestion Conditioned rejection [Verse 4] And yet again Subjecting women The female anchor's fists finally clenched I'm not your fucking toy! [Outro] And though I long to embrace I will not misplace priorities Humour, opinion, a sense of compassion Creativity and a distaste for fashion