Letters From Suburbia - Your Machine

Intro
I'm your machine x 3

Verse 1
Every morning on the dot
Wish I could just break my alarm clock
Cause I don't know if you've seen the scene
But this economy's obscene
Seems like working for a dream
Marching off a cliff all to the same beat
And I'm just trying to survive
Oh man, I'm just trying to get by

Pre-Chorus
But salvation comes on Friday
If I could just get there
If I could just get there

Chorus
Let's pump it out: 1, 2, 3
Get it on the scenes and in magazines
Cause I am your machine
And we're working for the weekend

Versе 2
So we work hard just to get paid
We do our bеst trying to stay sane
But you know we're all hanging tight
And when Friday comes I'll be up all night
Hey man, life is hard enough
So what's the point if we can't have some fun
So suit up boys
We've earned our run
We beat our deadlines under the gun
Repeat Pre-Chorus

Chorus 2
Let's pump it out: 1, 2, 3
Get it on the scenes and in magazines
Cause I am your machine
And you know we're working for the weekend
Working for the weekend
Working for the weekend
Working for working for the weekend

Bridge
My expectations cannot be overstated
The tension building up
And growing unabated
The freedom plain to see
And cannot be debated
Or misstated
Or degraded
Or unduly overinflated

Chorus 3
Let's pump it out: 1, 2, 3
Get it on the scenes and in magazines
Cause I am your machine
I'm your machine
Let's spit it out: A, B, C
Cause the same routine is just killing me
I am your machine
And you know we're working for the weekend
Working for the weekend
Working for the weekend
Working for, working for the weekend
The weekend
Working for the weekend
Working for the weekend
Working for, working for the weekend
Outro
Stay with me, stay tonight
Stay with me, have a good time