Machineries of Joy

We're of primitive abolution
Like a hobbyist of deranged proportion
Or the wait is yours and we’ve failed again
The fleshy existance you keep to yourself,
Is secure

We are magnificent machineries of joy
We are magnificent machineries of joy
Machines of joy, and then some
Machines of joy, and then some

You are a vision of extraordinary contortion
An athletic form of warm distortion
And the triumph's yours, we lose again
The fleshy existence you keep to yourself,
Is secure

We are magnificent machineries of joy
We are magnificent machineries of joy
Machines of joy, and then some
Machines of joy, and then some

You are a vision, you are a vision, a vision
Tell me what he said, it doesn’t really matter
Just tell me what he said, and I don’t really care
It’s only what he said,
We can make it better
Tell me what he said, no I don’t really care

Help is on the way, help is on the way
Help is on the way, we all know

It's a kind of vision, it's a kind of
it's a kind of vision.

We are magnificent machineries of joy
We are magnificent machineries of joy
Machines of joy, we meant some
Machines of joy, we meant some.

(British Sea Power)