Holding all the numbers in our heads
As we walked in line toward the edge
Lofting our flag for everyone to see
Taking the final steps into eternity
Everyone is a machine
Everyone is so silly
Everyone’s a chimpanzee
Weeping under the willows at half past three
Eating rotten fruit from the tree of liberty
Hiding in skeletons that none of us can see
Someone melts down first; maybe you or me
Everyone is a machine
Everyone is so silly
Everyone’s a chimpanzee