In the Machine

Walking down the corridor
On a corporation floor
My soul is not where it should be
Have you seen it all daily?
I'm so scared
I'm so drunk
I'm so scared
I'm so drunk
I'm so scared
I'm so drunk
I'm so scared
I became a meatball in a play
And commercials made me talk
In another way
And when the camera's upon my face
I fold my paws and pray
On the far of soap
Come slipping down your street
And my mouth is black and filthy
Compared to my feet
Over there
All the pungent ones
Are standing on parade for me
With the money
With the money
With the money
(Anywhere you are)
A painting should be like a picture
So easy to look at, so easy to pay
We want you to stay in the middle
Not in black
Not in white
But in beautiful grey
In grey
In grey
We should be happy
But you won't see me smile
I'm like a camel
In the great river Nile
Rounder, and rounder, and rounder
Behind every column
There's a payment screamin neeth
Stritting from the highlands
And down to the sea
I'm in Japan
I'm in England
I'm in Greece
But I need to be great in America, please
In America, please
In America, please
In America, please
I'm on my knees
In America, please
In America, please
I'm on my knees
I'm into peace and understanding
I'm into boody zone
I'm into peace and understanding
I'm into boody zone
Boody zone



Credits
Writer(s): Tommy Ottosen, Knut Oeyvind Olsen, Even Juliussen, Fredrik Brarud, Andre Solli
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