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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Porcupine Tree
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Steven John Wilson
Composer
Richard Barbieri
Composer
Colin Edwin Balch
Composer
Gavin Harrison
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Steven John Wilson
Producer
Andy Vandette
Mastering Engineer
Brian Montgomery
Assistant Engineer
Mark O'Donoughue
Mixing Engineer
Paul Northfield
Engineer
Tim Palmer
Mixing Engineer
Letras
This is my home, this is my own
We don't like no strangers
Raise the kids good, beat the kids good
And tie them up
Spread it wide, my wife, my life
Push the camera deeper
I can use, I abuse, my muse
I made them all
This machine
Is there to please
Strip the soul
Fill the hole
A fire to feed
A belt to bleed
Strip the soul
Kill them all
They are not gone, they are not gone
They are only sleeping
In graves, in ways, in clay
Underneath the floor
Building walls, overalls, getting bored
I got faulty wiring
Brick it up now, brick it up now
But keep the bones
This machine
Is there to please
Strip the soul
Fill the hole
A fire to feed (do you want a)
A belt to bleed (western home)
Strip the soul (in the rubble?)
Kill them all
Do you want a western home in the rubble?
This machine
Is there to please
Strip the soul
Fill the hole
This machine
Is there to please
Strip the soul
Fill the hole
(This machine)
(Is there to please)
(Strip the soul)
(Fill the hole)
This machine
Is there to please
Strip the soul
Fill the hole
Strip the soul
Fill the hole
Strip the soul
Kill them all
Writer(s): Steven John Wilson, Richard Barbieri, Gavin Richard Harrison, Colin Edwin Balch
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