Lyrics

The mechanical smile,
all the knobs and the dials,
been around for a while.
Like pool-cue chalk on a unicorn's horn,
like bathtub sharks in the sewers below.

The mechanical sigh
feels low, feels high,
heavy load all the time.
Like arms outstretched, upside-down mugging,
like jukebox coins that select nothing.
Won't you give a little tap, get the juices flowing.
Or you can take a little nap if you've got to get going.