Man

I'm a man and I'm a man

I do what I hate and don't understand

I'm a real machine

You're a real machine

I'm a real machine

You're a real machine

Just off the hot mic

There is the General

‘Are we waiting to be invited?!

I could eat em up in two gulps!'

I decorate my cells

I am the holy fool

I can get strangely compelled

But I can't get rid of the self

I am a man and I am a man

So I do what I hate and I don't understand

You're a real machine

I'm a real machine

You're a real machine

I'm a man and I'm a man

I do what I hate and don't understand

I'm a man and I'm a man

I do what I hate and don't understand

I'm a real machine

You're a real machine

I'm a real machine

You're a real