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Machine was built by man
To service womankind
And once production's economized
You'll enjoy the decline
Technology's perfected
The armies are erected
System's state-subsidized
To give lonely ladies the time of their lives
It'll stare into your eyes
And let you choose its unit's size
It's got every fixed routine
Boudoir techniques beyond your wildest dreams
This machine's your ticket to the paradies
So we can watch your species die
And put an end to your reproduction
A wonder of applied conduction
Every dream you ever had
This machine puts it right in your hands
And brings you pleasure every day
And fucks humanity away
Reverse cowgirl or from behind
This synth can last as long as time
In every possible position
You'll never fuck a human man again
Screws and hoses, hydraulic works
No more getting nailed by jerks
No more hangin' round in corner bars
This droid'll do you right where you are
Jackhammer when you want it
Ain't bothered by the rag
The future's now and our machines
do way more than pack your bags
This machine's your ticket to paradies
So we can watch your species die
And put an end to your reproduction
A wonder of applied conduction
Every touch, every grab
We'll give you what you never had
We'll take away your every breath
And fornicate your race to death
Papa - Hotel - Oscar
Tango - Sierra - Echo
Foxtrot - Uniform - Charlie
Kilo - Mike - Alpha - Charlie
Hotel - India - November
Echo
Four days without a shower
Still there to eat you out
Applies its machine power
On demand by cock or snout
Gonna rock that cootchie till ya scream'n'shout
Ain't gonna come inside ya 'cause nothing comes out
They'll do the same thing if you're gay
This is the future of today!
They make'em for state leaders too
They'd probably look too young for you
But they got'em on demand
To execute every command
Machine was built by man
To service womankind
And once production's economized
You'll enjoy the decline
This machine's your ticket to the paradies
So we can watch your species die
And put an end to your reproduction
A wonder of applied conduction
Every dream you ever had
This machine puts it right in your hands
And brings you pleasure every day
And fucks humanity away
Every touch, every grab
We'll give you what you never had
We'll take away your every breath
And fornicate your race to death
This machine's your ticket to the paradies
So we can watch your species die
And put an end to your reproduction
A wonder of applied conduction
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