Sailor: Machines

I was born from a 'Triple X' computerised machine Although my daddy, he was just another 'lazermatic' beam They used to tell me funny stories About creatures they call people - long ago They even told me they had made us - don't you know Machines, machines, machines, machines, machines Who needs flesh - and who needs blood? We need people like a stick in the mud We've got brains - and we've got speed We're in the making of the ultimate breed No more slaving and scraping to people it's over (over) Machines, machines, machines, machines Last night I was fixing up this beautiful machine But as she started up she turned around looking like a dream I used to think that all this falling in love Was just for people - but oh no She made me fuse a printed a circuit - don't you know Machines, machines, machines, machines, machines Who needs flesh - and who needs blood? We need people like a stick in the mud We've got brains - and we've got speed We're in the making of the ultimate breed No more slaving and scraping to people it's over (over) Machines, machines, machines, machines I really dig the groovy shape of your transistors I only wish you hadn't so many resistors One two three four You've got all that I adore You make me feel so proud to be a machine Machines, machines, machines, machines, machines Who needs flesh - and who needs blood? We need people like a stick in the mud We've got brains - and we've got speed We're in the making of the ultimate breed No more slaving and scraping to people it's over (over) Machines, machines, machines, machines, machines Who needs flesh - and who needs blood? We need people like a stick in the mud We've got brains - and we've got speed We're in the making of the ultimate breed Machines, machines, machines, machines, machines