Big Machine

Big Machine

Velvet Revolver

I don't know
Because she says so
He's a faggot boy
The TV says so
He's a junkie piece of shit because he says so

All that first-class jet set brings me down, down, down
All that first-class drug shit brings me down, down, down

It's a big machine, it's a big machine
We're all slaves to a big machine
It's a big machine, it's a big machine
We're all slaves to a big machine
All tied up to a big machine
I got houses
Got cars
I got a wife
I got kids
Got money in the bank

Get away without borders
I'm a slave, New World Order
I guess I chose to be
I guess I chose to be
I guess I chose to be
I guess I chose to be

Hope I teach my son how to be a man
Now before he hits thirty five
Comic book lives don't really have any real life do they now

Written by DAVID KUSHNER, DUFF MCKAGEN, MATT SORUM, SCOTT WEILAND, SAUL HUDSON
Published by CHRYSALIS MUSIC GROUP

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