Billie Joe Armstrong - Mechanical Man | Текст песни

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• Billie Joe Armstrong
• Mechanical Man

I ain't a politician
I'm just a bad musician
Whatcha gonna do for me?

Do you have a taste for
Sex and blood and hate, or
Really good LSD

I'd like to start a band with you
I'll sing and you can
Learn to play the tambourine

Here's an invitation
No time for hesitation
Come and join my family

I live inside of you
But you don't belong to me
I'm a reflection of you
What's my recipe?

A half a cup satanical, a teaspoon puritanical,
Stirred with a bloody hand
A quarter cup messiahcal, a sprinkle of maniacal
And now I'm a mechanical man

I'll give you the heads up
Come on and get your legs up
This is called the family jam

Together we'll stay hidden
Away from Armageddon
And stick it to the man

I live inside of you
But you don't belong to me
I'm a reflection of you
What's my recipe?

A half a cup satanical, a teaspoon puritanical,
Stirred with a bloody hand
A quarter cup messiahcal, a sprinkle of maniacal
And now I'm a mechanical man

[Lauging]
"Watch this shit woman...
Gonna learn something right now..."

Open up the curtains
Then we'll start a hurtin'
Come on lets do the creepy crawl
The shows about to go down
Come on I got the low down
Together we'll make Hollywood fall

I live inside of you
But you don't belong to me
I'm a reflection of you
What's my recipe?

I live inside of you
But you don't belong to me
I'm a reflection of you
You look at me and what do you see?

A half a cup satanical, a teaspoon puritanical,
Stirred with a bloody hand
A quarter cup messiahcal, a sprinkle of maniacal
And now I'm a mechanical man

A half a cup satanical, a teaspoon puritanical,
Stirred with a bloody hand
A quarter cup messiahcal, a sprinkle of maniacal
And now I'm a mechanical man