verse 1:. Such a strange pre-occupation. Such a strange peculiar breed. How it's shining in its armour. Made of gold and made of steel. It can strike a chord inside you. Like a generation's need. Speaking happy words of promise. chorus 1:. Big generator. Lives out of sight. Big generator. Hands upon the wheel. Moving to the left. Movin'. Moving to the right. big generator. moving through the night. Second nature sacrifice. Even if you close your eyes. We exist through this strange disguise. verse 2:. I have heard it said to someone. Or maybe it was me. There is a reason to experience. Psychedelic so we could see. To be growing up before us. Like the black and white of love. Be the focus. Be the chorus. chorus 2:. Big generator. Hands upon the wheel. Big generator. In for the kill. Second nature comes alive. Even if you close your eyes. We exist through this strange device. Moving to the left. Moving to the right. Big generator. Moving through the night. We are the voices of the big generator. Moving through the night. Movin'. Flying out the soft machine we offer. All surprise to you. Praise oh praise this anthem generator. Moving through the night. Movin'. We are the voice of every. ..