Buttmachine

Just 'cause it's cracked
Doesn't mean that it's broke
Just 'cause it's a butt
Doesn't mean it's a joke
With a heart like an apple,
But hard like a stone
Stuck in the mud
'Cause it's stuck to the bone
And this is how it starts
And this is what it seems
And this is who we are
And this is what will be
The future is all planned
And now it comes to pass
Artificial man
Artificial...
End of the line, look at the time
Time ticking and tell me that you think it's clean
Where there's a way there is a lie
Everybody we trusted not to be so mean
What we discussed was so disgusting
Filling it up and busting at the seams
Putting the peas out with the pies
Everybody combusting but the buttmachine
Cracked like a bell
But don't mean that it rings
And just 'cause it's shiny
Don't mean that it's clean
The movement is over
The flush has begun
And just 'cause it's ugly
Don't mean it's no fun
and just because we can
It don't mean that we should
And just 'cause it's modern
Don't mean it smells good
Function over form,
Fiction over pain
And just because it's chrome
Don't mean it won't stain
Single the word,
Double the talk talk
Triple the babble to tell me what they say
Jingle the bell held up in heck, well
Oh, the funny one kinda knows the way
Putting the peas out with the pies
Everybody combusting but the butt it seems
End of the days
End so abrupt
Everybody corrupted but the buttmachine
Buttmachine, Buttmachine
I said
Buttmachine, Buttmachine
Buttmachine, Buttmachine
B-B-B-B-Buttmachine, Buttmachine
Buttmachine, just like I told ya
Sold your soul, they sold it for ya
Hold your own, don't let them scold ya
Hold your nose, they'll blow it for ya
Half of the work, all of the class
Can you show us the reason that it works this well
Give it a jerk, spilling the gas
And I betcha it's silent but it just might smell
Half of the will, some of the time
All the reasons we left it in the kitchen sink
Shining it up, another butt
More than half of the battle is that it just might stink
Quick and the fast, gelatinous mass
So soft was the goo and so we poked right through it
Tree in the woods, making a sound
No one around and so we just say screw it
End of the line, look at the time
Time ticking and tell me that you think it's clean
Follow your nose and get the joke
Know that nobody's laughing but the buttmachine