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Biomechanic age
Mankind so full of rage
You'll see it in their faces,
in their smiles, in their eyes, in their minds
The surface seems so real
Inside the coldest steel
A growing need to kill
So join the product of society
Product of society
Eminent variety
No more need to cry
No time to wonder why
No longer afraid to die
Emotionally shy
Sinister plans await
In brains of growing hate
Completion terminate
A lurking fantasy
Product of society
Eminent variety
Then they found a way to take all life away
and they made it<
Mankind so full of rage
You'll see it in their faces,
in their smiles, in their eyes, in their minds
The surface seems so real
Inside the coldest steel
A growing need to kill
So join the product of society
Product of society
Eminent variety
No more need to cry
No time to wonder why
No longer afraid to die
Emotionally shy
Sinister plans await
In brains of growing hate
Completion terminate
A lurking fantasy
Product of society
Eminent variety
Then they found a way to take all life away
and they made it<
Wayne Watson
There are watercolour ponies
On my refrigerator door
And the shape of something I don't really recognize
Brushed with careful little fingers
And put proudly on display
A reminded to us all of how time flies
Seems an endless mound of laundry
And a stairway laced with toys
Gives a blow by blow reminder of the war
That we fight for their well-being
For their greater understanding
To impart a holy reverence for the Lord
Chorus
But baby, what will we do
When it comes back to me and you
They look a little less like little boys every day
There are watercolour ponies
On my refrigerator door
And the shape of something I don't really recognize
Brushed with careful little fingers
And put proudly on display
A reminded to us all of how time flies
Seems an endless mound of laundry
And a stairway laced with toys
Gives a blow by blow reminder of the war
That we fight for their well-being
For their greater understanding
To impart a holy reverence for the Lord
Chorus
But baby, what will we do
When it comes back to me and you
They look a little less like little boys every day