Tin machine   Tin machine      Take me anywhere   somewhere without alcohol   Or goons with muddy hair      Tin machine   Tin machine      Tin machine   Tin machine      The zombies that I pass   The guy that beats his baby up   The preachers and their past      Tin machine   Tin machine      Tin machine      Baby doll   Baby doll      Clarity and power   There's more than money moving here   There's mindless maggot glare   Working horrors-humping Tories   Spittle on their chins   Carving up my children's future   Read 'em pal and grin      Raging raging raging   Burning in my room   C'mon and get a good idea   C'mon and get it soon   I'm waiting on the fire escape   I'm not exactly well   I'm neither red nor black nor white   I'm grey and blown to hell      Tin machine   Tin machine      Make some new computer thing   That puts me on the moon   Not this psycho-time-bomb planet   Poised to meet its maker   Shake a leg      Tin machine   Tin machine      One sick deathless duty to remain endangered species   They reach right out to touch someone   Then wash their crusty hands      Tin machine   Tin machine      Baby doll   Baby doll      Blue suede tuneless wonders   Mass confusion-faithless blues   Night that spews out watchmen   Mopping up another fortune   Fractured words and branca-sonic   Anger trapped behind locked doors   And right between the eyes