Millencolin

Lyrics

Drop the gun, the one that’s stuck to my head.
It’s just begun, you’re done, you get what you’re fed.
(The machine is turning fifteen)

No, I never thought that I invented the wheel,
All I ever aimed for was something real.
Creativity is still my gasoline.
Oh, ever since Goofy gave birth to this machine?

Drop the gun, the one that’s stuck to my head.
It’s just begun, you’re done, you get what you’re fed.
(The machine is turning fifteen)

No, I’m not altruistic, I don’t do this for you
I’d rather paddle my own canoe
This is not a tool or a simple device
No, this is the Machine fifteen, to be precise.

Now, Like an efficient calculator
But with a human soul,
It’s got a heart. it’s got dreams.
So what’s the motivation, now?
Well, motion is the goal
And this has just begun,
You better drop the gun.

Drop the gun,
Drop the gun,
Drop the gun.
(The machine is turning fifteen)
Drop the gun.
(The machine is turning fifteen)
Drop the gun.
(The machine is turning fifteen)
Drop the gun.
The machine is turning fifteen.

Drop the gun, the one that’s stuck to my head.
(The machine is turning fifteen)
It’s just begun, you’re done, you get what you’re fed.
(The machine is turning fifteen)

The machine is turning fifteen.
The machine is turning fifteen.
The machine is turning fifteen.
The machine is turning fifteen.