A Little Piece

A little piece of what you sell
Just enough to make you sick, so
Join the line you might as well
A slut turning another trick, so
You're already one of them
Paid up for a 'new' sensation
Roll out the carpet
Give em hell
Oh god just kill me quick cos
I've been convicted
But I'm liberated

Cos this is my machine
My machine
The only thing that's pure and clean
This is my machine
My machine
And one of these close days now
Gonna gas it up.

The little pieces of your soul
Payed up to an aggregation
A little piece of what you owe
Hooked in to a blind ambition
We're already all the same
On the stairway of narcissism
Could we throw it all away?
Oh god! What makes us tick?
So I'm alienating
And I'm celebrating

Cos this is my machine
My machine
The only thing that's pure and clean
This is my machine
My machine
And one of these close days now
Gonna gas it up
My machine
My machine
And only I get to say when I fuck it up



Credits
Writer(s): Roger Rees
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