Well I Look Through

A Window And I See

Some People Lying

On Strange Contraptions

Moving Their Bodies

Up And Down

A Futile Struggle To Gain Perfection



Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah

Yeah Yeah Yeah

And I Wonder

Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah

And I Walk Down And Wonder

How In Hell Now This Could Be



And I Find It Amusing In A Way

This Pointless Waste

Of Human Power

You Pay To Be Strapped

To A Machine

The Price You Pay

To Gain Perfection



One Time, One More Time

You Keep Repeating,

Keep Repeating

Till You Get A Cramp

Until You Get A Cramp