Self - Joy, The Mechanical Boy Lyrics
wired up to the system is the fatherplugging in, cueing up, making digital whoopienever before in the history of allhas organic and mechanic come together so sweetlynow computing in italics and write protectedreading out - its a boy!she's faxing and having a babythe father stumbles to the groundgasps for air but makes no sounddies thinking it was impossible- chorus -half machine and half of mewonder what he'll grow to bethe boy don't dig no jazz cos he's joyhiding out, underground, raving in techno fashionalways out all night cause robots don't sleepembraced by all of the freaks calling himthe terminatorhe gave them piercings for freepart of the scene, a wirey structureonly problem seems, he has no culturedead stereo panned, joy's mechanical pridevacuum tubes and vcr's make jill the mechanical bride- chorus -look inside his motorola mindknow there's nothing interesting to findthe boy don't dig no jazz cos he's joyno sense of smellno change in moodno sense of tastejoy, he don't need foodhe can't be stoppedimmune to the digital cancerno sense at alljoy, the new romancerlook inside his motorola mindknow there's nothing interesting to findthe boy don't dig no jazz cos he's joy!
