Well I look through
A window and I see
Some people lying
On strange contraptions
Moving their bodys
Up and down
A futile struggle to perfection
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah
And I wonder
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
And I walk down and wonder
How in hell now this could be
And I find it amusing in a way
This pointless waste
Of human power
You pay to be straped
To a machine
The price you pay
To gain perfection
One time, one more time
You keep repeating,
Keep repeating
Till you get a cramp
Until you get a cramp
