Your broken machine has some questions for me
Wants to know a little bit about my history
It wants to know why I write these ridiculous songs
It wants to know everything that turns me on

And what turns me on is you
So now that's what turns it on too
Its methods are filling me with doubt
This experience is starting to creep me out

It doesn't do anything, it just sits there
It doesn't do anything, it just sits there
And looks at me

M-m-mechanical meltdown
It should be thrown away
It should be scrapped by sundown
But broken machine is here to stay

Yeah broken machine thinks it's fair to me
But it only sees what it wants to see
It looks into me to see what I'm made of
It's trying so hard to understand our love

And it sees that I love you
And so you're the one that it loves, too
It wants to understand the workings of our heart
It doesn't care if it tears us apart
It doesn't do anything, it just sits there
It doesn't do anything, it just sits there
And looks at me

M-m-mechanical meltdown
It should be thrown away
Sa-sa-satanic shutdown
But broken machine is here to stay

You know what, machine? My mind's not big enough for the both of us. But they tell me you're here to stay. I guess that's what I get for surrounding myself with technology!

M-m-mechanical meltdown
You should be thrown away
You should be scrapped by sundown
But broken machine is here to stay

Broken machine is here to stay
Broken machine is here to stay
Broken machine is here to stay
Broken machine is here to stay