Tin machine. Tin machine. Take me anywhere. Somewhere without alcohol. Or goons with muddy hair. Tin machine. Tin machine. Tin machine. Tin machine. The zombies that I pass. The guy that beats his baby up. The preachers and their past. Tin machine. Tin machine. Tin machine. Baby doll. Baby doll. Clarity and prayer. There's more than money moving here. There's mindless maggot glare. Working horrors-humping Tories. Spittle on their chins. Carving up my children's future. Read 'em pal and grin. Raging raging raging. Burning in my room. C'mon and get a good idea. C'mon and get it soon. I'm waiting on the fire escape. I'm not exactly well. I'm neither red nor black nor white. I'm grey and blown to hell. Tin machine. Tin machine. Make some new computer thing. That puts me on the moon. Not this psycho-time-bomb planet. Poised to meet it's maker. Shake a leg. Tin machine. Tin machine. One sick deathless duty to remain endangered species. They reach right out to touch someone. Then wash their crusty hands. Tin machine. Tin machine. Baby doll. Baby doll. Blue suede tuneless wonders. Mass confusion-faithless blues. Night that spews out watchmen. Mopping up another fortune. Fractured words and branca-sonic. Anger trapped behind locked doors. And right between the eyes. Raging raging raging. Burning in my room. C'mon and get a good idea. C'mon and get it soon. I'm waiting on the fire escape. I'm not exactly well. I'm neither red nor black nor white. I'm grey and blown to hell. Tin machine. Tin machine. Tin machine. Tin machine. Tin machine. Tin machine. Tin machine.