Telescope

Rusty spots on your machinery
Metal bugs within the flood
Dive head first into the scenery
While greedy poets guide your way

Aaaah
On the tip of my tongue
The sweet taste of gasoline
In me
And all because of you
Deny
Capitalize

Cracking concrete on the landing fields
The clocks divide the dust inside
Shoot me up into the atmosphere
Been waiting for this all my life

Aaaah
On the tip of my tongue
The sweet taste of gasoline
In me
And all because of you
Deny
Capitalize
And all because of you
We die
Before we've tried

And all because of you
And all because of you
And all because of you
And all because of you

My machines, my machines
My machines need loving
My machines they eat love
Love, love, love
Love, love, love, love
My machines, my machines
My machines need loving
My machines they eat love
Love, love, love
Love, love, love, love
My machines, my machines
My machines need loving
My machines they eat love