It’s a Machine’s world
Don’t tell me I ain’t got no soul
When the machines take over
It ain’t no place for you and me.

They tell me I don’t care
But deep inside I’m just a man
They freeze me they burn me
They squeeze me they stress me
With smoke-blackened pistons of steel they compress me
But no-one, but no-one, but no-one can wrest me away
Back to Humans.

We have no disease, no troubles of mind
No thank you please, no regard for the time
We never cry, we never retreat
We have no conception of love or defeat.

What’s that Machine noise
It’s bytes and megachips for tea
It’s that Machine, boys
With Random Access Memory
Never worry, never mind
Not for money, not for gold.

It’s software it’s hardware
It’s heartbeat is time-share
It’s midwife’s a disk drive
It’s sex-life is quantised
It’s self-perpetuating a parahumanoidarianised.

Back to Humans
Back to Humans.

Back to Machines.

Living in a new world
Thinking in the past
Living in a new world
How you gonna last
Machine world…
It’s a Machine’s world…

Change.

Back to Humans.

Macho City
Macho City
Macho City
Macho City (Macho City)

Welcome to the entertainment
Here now are the facts (Macho City)
Presented by reporters
Wearing macho slacks (Macho City)

All around the world
The message is hot and smoking (Macho City)
Would you like to see the future
Nobody’s joking (Macho City)

Velcro people with
X-Ray sight (Macho City)
Will be making judgements
About what’s wrong and what’s right (Macho City)

Politicians and lawyers
All know what it means (Macho City)
They’ll be keeping it all legal
With political visquine

Macho City
Macho City

As time marches
Through the ages
Macho men always
Shooting up history’s pages

Taking over this (ooh)
Taking over that (ooh)
Macho men always
Where it’s at

El Salvador
Afghanistan (Macho City)
Ask those people
About the macho plan (Macho city)

Macho City

Talking about
Zombie servants
Mystic mud
Silver bullets
Head green ton stud
Black cat bone
The heebee-jeebees
John the Conqueroo’s personal voodoo keys

Way over yonder
Over on yonder’s wall
Looks like Macho Man’s
Headed for a big fall

How can Macho Man
Heal his soul
Will powerful root man
Let him go

Macho Man

Body…wanna feel my body?
Body…such a thrill my body
Body…wanna touch my body?
Body…it’s too much my body
Check it out my body, body.
Don’t you doubt my body, body.
talkin’ bout my body, body,
check it out my body

Every man wants to be a macho macho man
to have the kind of body, always in demand
Jogging in the mornings, go man go
works out in the health spa, muscles glow
You can best believe that, he’s a macho man
ready to get down with, anyone he can

Hey! Hey! Hey, hey, hey!
Macho, macho man (macho man)
I’ve got to be, a macho man
Macho, macho man
I’ve got to be a macho! Ow….

Macho, macho man
I’ve got to be, a macho man
Macho, macho man (yeah, yeah)
I’ve got to be a macho!

Body, its so hot, my body,
Body, love to pop my body,
Body, love to please my body,
Body, don’t you tease my body,
Body, you’ll adore my body,
Body, come explore my body,
Body, made by God, my body,
Body, it’s so good, my body

You can tell a macho, he has a funky walk
his western shirts and leather, always look so boss
Funky with his body, he’s a king
call him Mister Eagle, dig his chains
You can best believe that, he’s a macho man
likes to be the leader, he never dresses grand

Hey! Hey! Hey, hey, hey!
Macho, macho man
I’ve got to be, a macho man
Macho, macho man
I’ve got to be a macho! (all right)

Macho, macho man (yeah, yeah)
I’ve got to be, a macho man
Macho, macho man
I’ve got to be a macho! All Right!

Ugh! Macho..baby!
Body, body, body wanna feel my body,
Body, body, body gonna thrill my body,
Body, body, body don’tcha stop my body,
Body, body, body it’s so hot my body,

Every man ought to be a macho macho man,
To live a life of freedom, machos make a stand,
Have their own life style and ideals,
Possess the strength and confidence, life’s a steal,
You can best believe that he’s a macho man
He’s a special person in anybody’s land.

Hey! Hey! Hey, hey, hey!
Macho, macho man (macho man)
I’ve got to be, a macho man
Macho, macho man
I’ve got to be a macho! (dig the hair on my chest)

Macho, macho man (see my big thick mustache)
I’ve got to be, a macho man
Macho, macho man
I’ve got to be a macho! (Dig broad shoulders)

Macho, macho man (dig my muscles!)
I’ve got to be, a macho man
Macho, macho man
I’ve got to be a macho!

Macho, macho man
I’ve got to be, a macho man
Macho, macho man
I’ve got to be a macho! HEY!

Der wecker klingelt wieder mal
Ein neuer tag beginnt
Kein lust jetzt aufzustehn
Der ?rger kommt bestimmt
Hektic stress und aggressionen
Kommen auf mich zu
Frage mich wof?r das alles
Weshalb ich es tu
Frage mich wof?r
Kommt doch endlich aus euch raus
Macht licht in eurem dunklen haus
Leere augen kalt blicke
Kreuzen meinen weg
Vielen is es ganz egal
Wie’s den andern geht
Mein glaube an die menschlicheit
Schwindet immer mehr
K?lte frust und einsamkeit
Macht es mir so schwer

*SPOKEN*
Mack Daddy
Ain’t you tired of that gameless mark smackin’ you in your face baby?
Mack Daddy
You better roll with the big mack, the man with the game
Mack Daddy
Gotta big snake, all you gotta do is make it dance, you know what I’m sayin’
Mack Daddy

*RAP*

I’m rollin’ to another neighborhood
Me ‘n my boyz, up to no good
Chasin’ miniskirts ‘n the ride is packed
Rollin’ to a mall called SeaTac
Cruisin’ ‘n the cops don’t like that
‘Round the mall once ‘n don’t come back
Four-door Rolls with the black exterior
Turbo Bentley, white interior
A Rolls Royce fulla big black men
In the suburbs, messin’ with citizens
Walkin’ in the mall, looka how I spit
Sloppy dressed brothers make the females blitz
Big long starters, black low tops
Mack daddy hat got me lookin’ like Pops
But that’s cool, cuz, I’m mackin’ anyway
‘N your females my prey
‘N I’m callin’ out skirts like Chuck D
Sista we missed ya, get wit’ me
Comin’, runnin, your boyfriends gunnin’
The big boss is so cunnin’
Some of my home boys hate me
They get a microphone, then try to take me
But you ain’t slip, sayin’ what’s up Mix?
Boy I’m hip to your tricks

I’m the Mack Daddy
Mack Daddy
Yeah ain’t no reason to bet ya
‘Cause I’m the Mack Daddy
Steadily mackin’
Mack Daddy

Kickin’ in a buffed up Lamborgini
If your females proper she gots to see me
‘Cause I’m the king of the roll outs
Mack Daddy is back still runnin’ my mouth
I see a freak on the SeaTac strip
My Lamborgini’s brakes get grip
So I pull up on to The Spot
I start frontin’, ’cause I wanna get jocked
Topped off the gas, whipped out my cash
‘N one girls starts to laugh
But I’m still smooth
‘N my game is on, so I make my move
Say, you in the white pants
I’m a step close to ya, but I won’t dance
‘N what you laughin’ at
All the girls start pointin’ at my hat
‘N I’m a giggle wit’ ’em, ’cause I just wanna get wit’ ’em
I don’t hit ’em, I just wanna stick ’em
So I pull baby girl to the side
She said she likes my car
I said take a ride
So we flipped up the doors on the Contach
But gettin’ in a Lamborgini is hard
So I grabbed baby girl by the rear end
I thought she might need help gettin’ in
So I clos’ the do’
‘N now you kno’
Mack Daddy is about to sco’
The girl said, baby you can have me
So I stopped at the tail
‘Cause I’m the Mack Daddy

Mack Daddy
All you all gameless marks know
Mack Daddy
I’m the Mack Daddy
Mack Daddy
Yew

I don’t smoke no weed, but I like to G
I don’t mean O.G., I mean sex baby
‘Cause a brother like me don’t date
I sling records ‘n tapes
The Rhyme Cartel with the Def American
Gettin’ brothers sprung like Farrakhan
‘N I’m stuffin’ my ladies pumps
In the backa my Benz I humps
I’m nasty ‘n proud
To hell with cool, I’m G’in’ ’em loud
Other people at the hotel gets no rest
‘Cause Mixalots bumpin’ them headrests
She got booty for days
Other brothers is pullin’ up
But she ain’t phased
‘Cause I laid my game like a concrete slab
She’s the kinda skirt a mack gotta have
Rollin’, showin’ her off
‘N some fool tried to call me soft
He’s in a one nine seven two skin head caddy
A old superfly mack daddy
So my girl stepped out ‘n he tried to mack
But she ain’t havin’ that
You see your game is weak, G
My girl, I ain’t slappin’, I’m mackin’
‘N rappin’

Mack Daddy
I’m the Mack Daddy
Mack Daddy
I’m the Mack Daddy
Mack Daddy
Come over here and get some of this snake
Mack Daddy
I’m the Mack Daddy

Oh, the shark has pretty teeth dear
And he shows ’em, pearly white
Just a jack knife has Macheath dear
And he keeps it way out of sight

When that shark bites with his teeth, dear
Scarlet billows begin to spread
Fancy gloves though has Macheath dear
So there’s never, never a trace of red

On the sidewalk, one Sunday morning
Lies a body, oozin’ life
Someone’s sneaking ’round the corner
Could that someone be Mack the Knife

From a tugboat, on the river going slow
A cement bag is dropping on down
You know that cement is for the weight dear
You can make a large bet Mackie’s back in town

My man Louis Miller, he split the scene babe
After drawing out all the bread from his stash
Now Macheath spends like a sailor
Do you suppose our boy, he’s done something rash

Old Satchmo, Louis Armstrong, Bobby Darrin
Did this song nice, Lady Ella too
They all sang it, with so much feeling
That Old Blue Eyes, he ain’t gonna add nothing new

But with his big band, jumping behind me
Swinging hard, Jack, I now I can’t lose
When I tell you, all about Mack the Knife babe
It’s an offer, you can never refuse

We got Patrick Williams, Bill Miller playing that piano
And this great big band, bringing up the rear
All the band cats, in this band now
They make the greatest sounds, you’re never gonna hear

Oh Sookie Taudry, Jenny Diver, Polly Peachum, Old Miss Lulu Brown


Hey the line forms, on the right dear
Now that Macheath’s back in town
You’d better lock your doors, and call the law
Because Macheath’s back in town
Oh, the poor shark,
Yes, the sweet shark,
It has big teeth
Buried deep.

Then there’s Macheath
With his big knife,
But it’s hidden
In his slip.

And this same shark,
This poor sweet shark,
It sheds red blood
When it bleeds.

Mackie Big Knife
Wears a white glove,
Pure in word and
Pure in deed.

Sunday morning
Lovely blue sky,
There’s a corpse stretched
On the Strand.

Who’s the man cruisin’
The corner?
Well, it’s Mackie,
Knife in hand.

Jenny Towler
Poor wee Jenny,
There they found her
Knife in breast.

Mackie’s wandering
On the West Pier
Hoping only
For the best.

Mind that fire burnt
All through Soho.
Seven kids dead
One old flower.

Hey there Mackie,
How is she cuttin’?
Have another
Hold your hour.

And those sweet babes
Under sixteen
Story goes that
Black and blue

For the price of
One good screwing
Mackie, Mackie
How could you?

For the price of
One good screwing
Mackie, Mackie
How could you?

Oh, the shark, babe, has such teeth, dear
And it shows them pearly white
Just a jackknife has old MacHeath, babe
And he keeps it, ah, out of sight
Ya know when that shark bites with his teeth, babe
Scarlet billows start to spread
Fancy gloves, oh, wears old MacHeath, babe
So there’s never, never a trace of red

Now on the sidewalk, huh, huh, whoo sunny morning, un huh
Lies a body just oozin’ life, eek
And someone’s sneakin’ ’round the corner
Could that someone be Mack the Knife?

There’s a tugboat, huh, huh, down by the river dontcha know
Where a cement bag’s just a’drooppin’ on down
Oh, that cement is just, it’s there for the weight, dear
Five’ll get ya ten old Macky’s back in town
Now d’ja hear ’bout Louie Miller? He disappeared, babe
After drawin’ out all his hard-earned cash
And now MacHeath spends just like a sailor
Could it be our boy’s done somethin’ rash?


Now Jenny Diver, ho, ho, yeah, Sukey Tawdry
Ooh, Miss Lotte Lenya and old Lucy Brown
Oh, the line forms on the right, babe
Now that Macky’s back in town

I said Jenny Diver, whoa, Sukey Tawdry
Look out to Miss Lotte Lenya and old Lucy Brown
Yes, that line forms on the right, babe
Now that Macky’s back in town…..

Look out, old Macky’s back!!

See the shark with teeth like razors
And he wears them in his face
And Macheath has got a knife
But not in such an obvious place


Now see the shark, how red his fins are
As he slashes at his prey
Mack the Knife wears fancy gloves
Which gives a minimum away


By the Thames’ turbid waters
Men abruptly tumble down
Well is it plague, or is it cholera
Or because Macky’s in town?


And the child bride, in her nighty
Whose assailant’s still at large
Violated in her slumbers
Macky how much did you charge?


In the ghastly fire in Soho
Seven children had a go
In the crowd stands Mack the Knife
But he isn’t asked and he don’t know


In the crowd stands Mack The Knife
But he ain’t asked and he don’t know

Oh, the shark has pretty teeth, dear
And he shows ’em, pearly white
Just a jack knife has Macheath, dear
And he keeps it, keeps it way out of sight

When that shark bites with his teeth, dear
Scarlet billows, they begin to spread
Fancy white gloves though has Macheath, dear
So there’s rarely, never one trace of red

On the sidewalk, one Sunday mornin’
Lies a body oozin’ life
Someone’s sneaking ’round the corner
Could that someone, perhaps, perchance, be Mack the Knife?

From a tugboat on the river goin’ slow
A cement bag, it is dropping down
Yeah, the cement is just for the weight, dear
You can make a large bet Macheath is back in town

My man Louie Miller, he split the scene, babe
After drawin’ out all the bread from his stash
Now Macheath spends just like a pimp, babe
Do you suppose that our boy, he did something rash?

Ah, old Satchmo, Louis Armstrong, Bobby Darrin
They did this song nice, Lady Ella too
They all sang it, with so much feeling
That Old Blue Eyes, he ain’t gonna add nothing new

But with Quincy’s big band, right behind me
Swinging hard, Jack, I know I can’t lose
When I tell you, all about Mack the Knife babe
It’s an offer, you can never refuse

We got George Benson, we got Newman & Foster
We got the Brecker Brothers, and Hampton’s bringing up the rear
All these bad cats, and more, are in the band now
They make the greatest sounds, you ever gonna hear

Hey Sookie Taudry, Jenny Diver, Polly Peachum, Old Miss Lulu Brown
Oh the line forms, on the right dear
Now that Macheath, I mean that man Macheath
Yeah he’s bad, mercy mercy
Yeah he’s badder than old Leroy Brown
You better lock your door, and call the law
Because Macheath’s, that bum,
He’s back in town

Oh, me name is MacNamara, I’m the leader of the band
Although we’re few in numbers, we’re the finest in the land
We play at wakes and weddings and at every fancy ball
And when we play the funerals, we play the March from Saul

Oh, the drums go bang and the cymbals clang and the horns they blaze away
McCarthy pumps the old bassoon while I the pipes do play
And Henessee Tennessee tootles the flute and the music is somethin’ grand
A credit to old Ireland is MacNamara’s band

Right now we are rehearsin’ for a very swell affair
The annual celebration, all the gentry will be there
When General Grant to Ireland came he took me by the hand
Says he, “I never saw the likes of MacNamara’s Band”

Oh, the drums go bang and the cymbals clang and the horns they blaze away
McCarthy pumps the old bassoon while I the pipes do play
And Henessee Tennessee tootles the flute and the music is somethin’ grand
A credit to old Ireland is MacNamara’s band

Oh, my name is Uncle Julius and from Sweden I did come
To play with MacNamara’s Band and beat the big bass drum
And when I march along the street the ladies think I’m grand
They shout, “There’s Uncle Julius playin’ with an Irish band!”

Oh, I wear a bunch of shamrocks and a uniform of green
And I’m the funniest lookin’ Swede that you have ever seen
There is O’Brians, O’Ryans, O’Sheehans and Meehans, they come from Ireland
But, by yimminy, I’m the only Swede in MacNamara’s Band

Oh, the drums go bang and the cymbals clang and the horns they blaze away
McCarthy pumps the old bassoon while I the pipes do play
And Henessee Tennessee tootles the flute and the music is somethin’ grand
A credit to old Ireland is MacNamara’s band

That’s MacNamara