Fuck Machine Songtext

von Propagandhi

It's something physical.
It's a conditioned reaction. It's something physical.
It's a conditioned attraction. But have I finally escaped?
Will my eyes no longer rape the innocent women, children: human beings??
Seeing the pain that it brings.
Shallow, superficial decision(s). Real beauty obscured by my tunnel
/ television. But this just in!
Bikini film at 10:00 p.m.!!
The female anchor just smiles and shrugs it off, "Boys will be boys!"
But do really want to be our fucking toys?!?
And in again, just condone it with a grin. Sit back, idly
Chat, smile, prove your just a fuck machine.
Conditioned reaction. Conditioned attraction.
Conditioned suggestion. Conditioned rejection.
And yet again, subjecting women.
The female anchor's fist finally clenched.
"I'm not your fucking toy!!"
And thought I long to embrace, I will not misplace my priorities:
Humor, opinion, a sense of compassion,
Creativity and a distaste for fashion.



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