Mechanical Garden

Don't tell me the time Don't tell me who's who I don't really want to know Tomorrow I'll write the book Tonight I want another drink And dance until the morning comes Should we take a chance? Should I make the call? I can't decide which way to go It's dark and hell is hot But I don't feel a thing No, not until the morning comes Watch the wounded flowers sway Watch them Watch them waste away The hand is reaching down And rips them, rips them from the ground Is this life In the mechanical garden? Is this living in The mechanical garden? Leave the light on Let me stumble in Just want one more for the road I'm running out the clock I think I'm going broke But I need something to ease my worries I'm just a soft machine And I don't care what's real When living is a weeping wound Everyone's breaking down It's gumming up the works I guess I'm gonna take a cab to the city Watch the wounded flowers sway Watch them Watch them waste away The hand is reaching down And rips them, rips them from the ground Is this life In the mechanical garden? Is this living in The mechanical garden? Watch the wounded flowers sway Watch them Watch them waste away The hand is reaching down And rips them, rips them from the ground Watch the wounded flowers sway Watch them Watch them waste away The hand is reaching down And rips them, rips them from the ground