Condescending keeps us gay 
In a teen outdated way 
Noses up that dear and down 
Tight lip burst into a crown 
Please the rich and chase the poor 
That’s what this machine is for. 
Turning bellies into stars, then repeat and 
Stab the poor, slice the rich 
Turn the lamp up, flip the switch 
Making everyone the same is the end game 
Hanging out with old 
McBean, and his grandiose machine 
No one seems to be annoyed 
No one sees this as obscene 
Please the rich and chase the poor 
That’s what this machine is for. 
Turning bellies into stars, then repeat and 
Stab the poor, slice the rich 
Turn the lamp up, flip the switch 
Making everyone the same is the end game 
She’s the gear, you’re a cam, 
I’m a cog 
She’s the gear, you’re a cam, 
I’m a cog 
This machine was invented by 
McBean But we all make up the parts, 
Cut us up and take our hearts 
She the …, you’re a cam, 
I’m a cog 
She the …, you’re a cam, 
I’m a cog 
This machine was invented by 
McBean But we all make up the ṗarts, 
Cut us up and take our hearts