Pall Bearing, Ball Bearing World

I've heard tell once upon a time

Man relied on his hands and mind

Now, his mind is filled with bricks and steel

One-eyed midgets tell us lies

And give us twenty-one inch eyes

Our hands are curved so bad we cannot feel

From the steering wheel

Computers tell us what to do

What man or wife to be wed to

And which man in the firm to fire or hire

And when to cry and when to laugh

And how to run our maze or graph

And just how much our dreams can be inspired

By human liars

Automation, tin can lids

Pretty soon they're gonna make your kids

How'd you like a body by Fisher, girl?

If man keeps going in the same old way

Making himself some robot slave

He's gonna find that planning this way will sure

Lead to a sterile world