Just 'cause it's cracked, doesn't mean that it's broke
Just 'cause it's a butt, doesn't mean it's a joke
With a heart like an apple, butt hard like a stone
Stuck in the mud 'cause it's stuck to the bone
And this is how it starts, and this is what it seems
And this is who we are, and this is what will be
The future is all planned, and now it comes to pass
Artificial man, artificial...
End of the line, look at the time
Time ticking, and tell me that you think it's clean
Where there's a way, there is a lie
Everybody we trusted not to be so mean
What we discussed was so disgusting
Filling it up and busting at the seams
Putting the peas out with the pies
Everybody combusting but the buttmachine
Cracked like a bell, but don't mean that it rings
And just 'cause it's shiny, don't mean that it's clean
The movement is over, the flush has begun
And just 'cause it's ugly, don't mean it's no fun
And just because we can, it don't mean that we should
And just 'cause it's modern, don't mean it smells good
Function over form, fiction over pain
And just because it's chrome, don't mean it won't stain
Single the word, double the talk, talk
Triple the babble to tell me what they say
Jingle the bell held up in heck, well
Only the funny one kinda knows the way
Putting the peas out with the pies
Everybody combusting but the butt, it seems
End of the day, end so abrupt
Everybody corrupted but the buttmachine
Buttmachine, Buttmachine
I said, Buttmachine, Buttmachine
Buttmachine, Buttmachine
B- B- B-B-Buttmachine, Buttmachine
Buttmachine, just like I told ya
Sold your soul, they sold it for ya
Hold your own, don't let them scold ya
Hold your nose, they'll blow it for ya
Half of the work, all of the class
Can you show us the reason that it works this well?
Give it a jerk, spilling the gas
And I betcha it's silent, but it just might smell
Half of the will, some of the time
All the reasons we left it in the kitchen sink
Shining it up, another butt
More than half of the battle is that it just might stink
Quick and the fast, gelatinous mass
So soft was the goo! And so we poked right through it
Tree in the woods making a sound
No one around, and so we just say, "screw it!"
End of the line, look at the time
Time ticking, and tell me that you think it's clean
Follow your nose, you get the joke
Know that nobody's laughing but the buttmachine