Machine 15Drop the gun, the one that’s stuck to my head.
It’s just begun, you’re gone,
you care about your fame(fear?)(The machine is turning fifteen)
No one ever thought that I invented the wheel,
All I ever went through was something real.
Creating is still my gasoline
Oh
everything seems to be giving up to this machine
Drop the gun, the one that’s stuck to my head.
It’s just begun, you’re gone,
you care about your fame (fear?)(The machine is turning fifteen)
No, I’m not optimistic and I’m through this for you,
I’d rather battle my own canal.
This is not a
tool, or a simple device.
No, this is the Machine 15, to be precise.
No,
like an efficientcalculation
But with a human soul (sore?)It’s got a (honk), It's got a (train)
So what’s the motivation, now?
Our emotion is our goAnd this has just begun,
You better drop the gun.
Drop the gun,
Drop the gun,
Drop the gun.
(The machine is turning fifteen)
Drop the gun.
(The machine is turning fifteen)
Drop the gun.
(The machine is turning fifteen)
Drop the gun.
The machine is turning fifteen.
Drop the gun, the one that’s stuck to my head.
(The machine is turning fifteen)
It’s just begun,
you care about your fame (fear?)(The machine is turning fifteen)
The machine is turning fifteen.
The machine is turning fifteen.
The machine is turning fifteen.
The machine is turning fifteen.
source:
www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/m/millencolin/machine_15.htmlBold are what I think could be.
No. I don't think Scooby is trying to grab Machine 15..haha