Ten feet twenty the Machine Man Is waiting for the touch of his hand Straightening ingots out without a plan Like the every daily Sheets that bothered the Machine Man Could I do something to make automate Inside my little chamber made of brass So he lived the Machine Man, Machine Man With his heart in the sand So he stands To automate the whole world From a ship Way up high in the sky With the sun in his eyes Ain't it nice The life forever for MACHINES Industrializer the Machine Man Is waiting for the touch of his hand Exploding machines still without a plan Yet the every daily Steam that powered the Machine Man Would never cower off of its path Even if broken I am more than brass So he lived the Machine Man, Machine Man With his heart in the sand So he stands To automate the whole world From a can Way up high in the sky With the sun in your eyes Ain't it nice The life forever for Machines
