Condescending keeps us gay
In a denotative way
Noses up and peering down
Tight lips pursed into a frown
Fleece the rich and cheat the poor
That's what this ma chine is for
Turning bellies into stars, then re peating
Stab the poor, slice the rich
Turn the lever, flip the switch
Making everyone the same is the end game
Hanging out with old Mc Bean
And his grandiose ma chine
No one seems to be an noyed
No one sees this as ob scene
Fleece the rich and cheat the poor
That's what this machine is for
Turning bellies into stars, then re peating
Stab the poor, slice the rich
Turn the lever, flip the switch
Making everyone the same is the end game
She's a gear, you're a cam, I'm a cog
She's a gear, you're a cam, I'm a cog
This ma chine was in vented by Mc Bean
But we all make up the parts
Cuts us up and take our hearts
She's a gear, you're a cam, I'm a cog
She's a gear, you're a cam, I'm a cog
This ma chine was in vented by Mc Bean
But we all make up the parts
Cuts us up and take our hearts