Don't tell me the time
Don't tell me who's who
I don't really want to know
Tomorrow I'll write the book
Tonight I want another drink
And dance until the morning comes
Should we take a chance?
Should I make the call?
I can't decide which way to go
It's dark and hell is hot
But I don't feel a thing
No, not until the morning comes
Watch the wounded flowers sway
Watch them
Watch them waste away
The hand is reaching down
And rips them, rips them from the ground
Is this life
In the mechanical garden?
Is this living in
The mechanical garden?
Leave the light on
Let me stumble in
Just want one more for the road
I'm running out the clock
I think I'm going broke
But I need something to ease my worries
I'm just a soft machine
And I don't care what's real
When living is a weeping wound
Everyone's breaking down
It's gumming up the works
I guess I'm gonna take a cab to the city
Watch the wounded flowers sway
Watch them
Watch them waste away
The hand is reaching down
And rips them, rips them from the ground
Is this life
In the mechanical garden?
Is this living in
The mechanical garden?
Watch the wounded flowers sway
Watch them
Watch them waste away
The hand is reaching down
And rips them, rips them from the ground
Watch the wounded flowers sway
Watch them
Watch them waste away
The hand is reaching down
And rips them, rips them from the ground
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