Lyrics:

Condescending keeps us gay
In a teen outdated way
Noses up that dear and down
Tight lip burst into a crown

Please the rich and chase the poor
That’s what this machine is for.
Turning bellies into stars, then repeat and
Stab the poor, slice the rich
Turn the lamp up, flip the switch
Making everyone the same is the end game

Hanging out with old McBean, and his grandiose machine
No one seems to be annoyed
No one sees this as obscene

Please the rich and chase the poor
That’s what this machine is for.
Turning bellies into stars, then repeat and
Stab the poor, slice the rich
Turn the lamp up, flip the switch
Making everyone the same is the end game

She’s the gear, you’re a cam, I’m a cog
She’s the gear, you’re a cam, I’m a cog
This machine was invented by McBean
But we all make up the parts,
Cut us up and take our hearts

She the …, you’re a cam, I’m a cog
She the …, you’re a cam, I’m a cog
This machine was invented by McBean
But we all make up the ṗarts,
Cut us up and take our hearts