Words and music by Brian May and Roger Taylor. Machines.... It's a machines world. Don't tell me I ain't got no soul. When the machines take over. It ain't no place for rock and roll. They tell me I don't care. But deep inside I'm just a man. They freeze me they burn me. They squeeze me they stress me. With smoke blackened pistons of steel they compress me. But no one but no one but no one can wrest me away. Back to humans. We have no disease no trouble of mind. No thank you or please no regard for the time. We never cry we never retreat. We have no conception of love or defeat. What's that machine noise?. It's bytes and megachips for tea. It's that machine boys. With random access memory. Never worry never mind. Not for money not for gold. It's software is hardware. It's heartbeat is time-share. It's midwife's a disc drive. It's sex life is quantised. It's self-perpetuating a parahumanoidarianised. Back to humans. Back to humans. Back to machines. Machines.... Living in a new world. Thinking in the past. Living in a new world. How you gonna last?. Machine world. Back to humans. It's a machines world. Thinking in the past (back to humans). Living in a new world. How you gonna last?. Machine world. It's a machine's world. Back to humans. Living in a new world. How you gonna last?. Machine world.