Memory Machine

[Intro] Red wire - right temple Black wire - left temple Red wire - right temple Black wire - left temple Red wire - right temple Black wire - left temple Red wire - right temple Black wire - left temple There are times I think eternal life ain’t such a bad gig Smoke all you want and see the planets If and only if they find a way to cure the longing The distant panic [Chorus x2] Someday, I’m telling you They’ll make a memory machine To wax our hearts to a blinding sheen To wash away the grief There are folks that say to have a soul you’ve got to suffer Well lately I’ve had my RDA of that And call it fascist but I know that someday happy Will be all that matters [Chorus x2] Poetry, Aldous Huxley—yeah, yeah, yeah, it’ll be a relief If they can make machines to save us labor Someday they’ll do our hearts the very same favor The wails of ruined lives brought to a halt By the serene hum of computers in air-conditioned vaults [Outro] Red wire - right temple Black wire - left temple Red wire - right temple Black wire - left temple Red wire - right temple Black wire - left temple Red wire - right temple Black wire - left temple