At Work - OwnerMusicRecords

I stay in my room All alone in the gloom What need I of light? Machines they can see in the night And I feel no pain Metal heart and a metal brain But something is wrong 'Cause I still feel that signal coming in so I stand at your door I guess I'll wait a moment more Your hall light comes on And now my turn to fire upon But I wheel away Defer my plight, for another day To dream of your face But a video scren takes its place Hey, oh it's true I'm a helpless automaton, Make an ultimatum to you Hey, it's true Machinery in my pocket, I've even got a docket from you I went to the man, I told him a robot is what I am But he just smiled, said I was a fractious child "Distrusted not rusted" That's why I feel so disgusted But I know he's wrong, 'cause I haven't felt this way for very long Hey, it's true I'm a helpless automaton, make an ultimatum to you Hey, it's true Machin'ry in my pocket, I've even got a docket from you It's true I'm a helpless automaton, make an ultimatum to you Hey, it's true Machin'ry in my pocket, I've even got a docket from you

Feel so washed up today Haven't really got much to say Blood on the pillow on my bed Explains the pain that's in my head Sometimes I don't know just where to go Sometimes I can't tell, but it's just as well 'Cos I'm walking on a high wire High wire Oh won't someone let me in I'm stinking and I'm full of gin No need to close the door so fast I'm very fragile not built to last Sometimes I don't know just where to go Sometimes I can't tell, but it's just as well 'Cos I'm walking on a high wire High wire Have to pull it together We're in for some stormy weather Have to pull it together We're in for some nasty weather High wire, high wire High wire, high wire High wire, high wire It really isn't too much fun Sitting round waiting for the night to come It's almost time to put on my suit of cool I may be an idiot but indeed I am no fool Sometimes I don't know just where to go Sometimes I can't tell, but it's just as well 'Cos I'm walking on a high wire

Maria was born in the country She loved her homeland Maria was from a poor family For their girl they had greater plans Across the sea not yet twenty Sailed our Maria, a man to see Perhaps marry dreams our Maria This was to be eventually for our Maria Maria made plans for the future Sh had sons to her man Maria grew sad as the years passed She did not understand You must believe me Though its not easy, trust in me My life's been wasted There's nothing sacred I can see Though we're together It seems we've never known the way These lives we started Now broken hearted everyday Maria works in the factory She makes shoes for the man Maria lives for her family Now she does what she can Hold on to me Hold on to me Maria For this was to be A tragedy for our Maria Oh Maria, don't you cry Oh Maria, don't you cry Oh Maria, dry your eyes Oh Maria, don't you cry

Give me no restrictions on what I do or say Don't speak of tomorrow when it's still today Leave me to my selfish ways, I'm well enough alone That is what I tell myself as I stumble home Derelict across the street in the garbage bin Looks like he's found something neat judging by his grin Such a long long way to go, I hope I get there soon Wish I could jump a great height and land in my front room Whoa ohh ohh, whoa ohh ohh Whoa ohh ohh, whoa ohh ohh Whoa ohh ohh, whoa ohh ohh Whoa ohh ohh, whoa ohh ohh Wake up in the morning, make sure I'm still alive Percolate the coffee, opens up my eyes Hear the cricket calling, switch on the TV Sit and stare for hours and cheer Dennis Lillee Whoa ohh ohh, whoa ohh ohh Whoa ohh ohh, whoa ohh ohh Whoa ohh ohh, whoa ohh ohh Whoa ohh ohh, whoa ohh ohh Through the de-restriction zone, we pass a long wide load Laugh at the reflections of cat's eyes on the road Freeways hypnotize me, up, up and away Hope we make it home tonight, be that as it may Whoa ohh ohh, whoa ohh ohh Whoa ohh ohh, whoa ohh ohh Whoa ohh ohh, whoa ohh ohh ...