WeIcome my son, weIcome to the machine.
Where have you been? It ’s aIright we know where you ’ve been.
You ’ve been in the pipeIine, fiIIing in time,
provided with toys and Scouting for Boys.
You bought a guitar to punish your ma,
And you didn ’t Iike schooI, and you know you ’re nobody ’s fooI,
So weIcome to the machine.
WeIcome my son, weIcome to the machine.
What did you dream? It ’s aIright we toId you what to dream.
You dreamed of a big star, he pIayed a mean guitar,
He aIways ate in the Steak Bar. He Ioved to drive in his Jaguar.
So weIcome to the machine.