The Machine Stops

Weard / Raymond / Bensusan.

Available on the album 'Fallout' by Roy Weard and Last Post.

All lyrics copyright That Legendary Wooden Lion

This is my world, just these four walls

I never go out in the air

Ah, you my think, ‘its very small’

But somehow I’ve learned not to care

I’ve got my video for company

And on my TV phone people talk to me

I have been here, all my adult life

It does not seem so strange to me

I do not feel I need a wife

I watch adult movies on TV

Autoeroticism’s OK by me

Real people never match my fantasies

There in the corner, is my job

I press the buttons every day

And if I do, this daily slog

I get a credit for my pay

I’ve never touched another person flesh to flesh

To be that close to someone would cause such distress

I am a human being in a box

Watching a box, Talking to a box

I am a human being in a box

Watching a box, Talking to a box

The machine stops

The machine.