Machines

Must be this tall to ride
Arms and legs inside the car
Our machines
Far from breaking
They’ve been working
To lift you safely
From the ground
Above the clouds
These machines are working alright
Tossing turning, their arms to the sky
Ain’t it funny, the gears in device
How they rattle, the clutches awry
It could break and send us spinning
Igniting and sparking, ascending
Suddenly you’re in the rusty skeleton hands
Of a man made of steel
With no heart, no way to feel
In the belly
Of the great beast
Guess you’re stuck with me
In this great machine
Laughing endlessly
Laughing endlessly
Laughing endlessly