if this machine doesn't stop 
what will you do if it never goes out 
never goes out of season 
it never stops as it turns 
there ain't no passion, yet it burns 
introducing my prison 
losing myself in this place 
soon i'm gone without a trace 
freed with that final decision 
look my heart it's a bird 
it needs to sing and to be heard 
not this clockwork precision 

and the machine grows idiotic 
who's gonna be it's ungenious critic 

everybody loves the perfect solution 
to beat the odds 
against the poorest possible substitution 
what you see is never what you're goona get 
everybody's playing revolution roulette 

leaves you no arguments to trade 
you can try the key or you can wait 
but the lock will not open 
so you're left with sanity to lose 
cos the machine is [bad word] 
another invention [bad word] them 
it's like a fistful of snake eyes 
a hand grenade with bye byes 
like a million spent on nothing 
it's kinda like a pick in their lock 
when you never went knock knock 
hello anybody home? [bad word] in 
with a touch of foreboding 

and the machine grows parasitic 
who's gonna critisize the good critic 

everybody loves... 

everybody has the perfect solution 
it's just hard to resist the sweet seduction 
there ain't no trick to winning double what you bet  [bad word] to revolution roulette 

everybody loves...