Bad Machines

Bare-bones, boltholes, Bat soup, closed discos. No neon throb, just inky_night An empty stage and a ghost light. We're Bad Machines That don't know that we're Bad Machines. That's what put us here. We're Bad Machines That don't know that we're Bad Machines. That's what put us here. Dread-soaked, tin-fed, Tech-noir, darkroom red. Like a bokeh, blurred days, On a sofa stained in warpaint. We're Bad Machines That don't know that we're Bad Machines. That's what put us here. We're Bad Machines That don't know that we're Bad Machines. That's what put us here. (Ooh) We're Bad Machines (Ooh) We're Bad Machines (Ooh) We're Bad Machines (Ooh) We're Bad Machines (Ooh) We're Bad Machines (Ooh) We're Bad Machines (Ooh) We're Bad Machines (Ooh) We're Bad Machines (Ooh) We're Bad Machines (Ooh) We're Bad Machines