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If you had a machine that could make you into anything you wanted to be, like anything, what would you be? let's see I want to be the queen no I want to be 19 wait no I wanna be that horrible thing I saw last night in my dream oh I know! I want to be a supermodel she's European A lean sex fiend oh thank god I can finally fit in those dumb jeans Poof then it was me I was her I waited for something fabulous to occur Somethin/ marvelous and absurd I waited there was nothing But I was something Gorgeous crazy wealth and I could always reach the top of the supermarket shelf All of a sudden I was no longer the model or myself I must have thought about being a stupid box of cereal up on that stupid shelf Boring wondered whether I would wait forever I guess I was a brand that wasn't adequately advertised on tv ever But it got better Apparently a parent and a child threw me in a cart It was hard I was smothered covered by a world of pop tarts And a part of the newspaper that scared me, I think it was the pop charts And I wish I was a cereal that.that. wasn't so smart do you want to step inside my machine? we all got home and they put me in the fridge Damn why didn't they keep their cereal out so I could at least see where they lived But I could hear them and it seemed like they were happy When the kid wasn't napping she was always laughing I felt jumpy my bran was crackling I was grabbed along with the milk put in a bowl It was dark /a black hole / must have been the kid's mouth/ I don't know And in I went Down the throat past the tongue by her heart by her lungs And I could see she might be dying young So I tried to patch it up with an old piece of gum that was there But the damage was done disease had won it wasn't fair But I wasn't gonna be the one that lost her I wasn't a doctor And I wasn't A name on the list of somebodys roster Why bother And by that time I was already out the other end In the toilet with milk You know my old friend from the fridge from way back when and then We got sucked down into the pipes What a crappy life Machine that's really not right do you want to step inside my machine? I can't stand it I said machine why are we here? And it paused and said 'to play video games and drink beer' That's weird you're subversive I thought we had a deeper purpose underneath the surface why do so many of us feel worthless The machine said don't ask me ask your magazines People and teen and loads of shit people don't need I started to bleed And said just make me into bandaid the size of a giant pancake Wrap me around the whole world to heal the heartache And if anyone's hungry well They could just eat me or I'll be a peace treaty and no one could ever defeat me It said chill out girl remember being on the shelf I seem to remember you kind of just / wanted to be yourself No. I wanted someone to pick me, to love me, to be the greatest brand I don't understand I was just trying to comprehend man Oh you wanted the grand scheme the big plan the answer aha well here it is - and then it turned off and that was it Because you see the machine Never really did exist do you want to step inside my machine? would you be a doctor Would you be a rocker Would you be a parka keepin someone warm in a lock up Would you be a marker That signed the constitution would you start a revolution or just play some pro soccer How about a stalker If you were a father Would you be good at all or would you even bother Be a beautiful girl or someone that could call her Would you be a good talker Stealth bomber What about osama Just to see what it feels like 'cause we all love to live in drama be a big movie star Fancy ass houses big car Doin lots of drugs fuckin up an break laws Be a fat man plumbers butt hangin out the drawers Would you fight for a cause Chew on people like jaws Instigate wars push the button Would you be something Or middle class average with Ok marriage 1.3 baby carriage 2 cars garage would you be president Would you be American Would you be be better than everyone else as a representative Would you be a monkey Would you feel lucky Would you be a big dick always fucking Would you be a pumpkin Would it be your brain inside a vegetable Or would you feel nothing Would you manage or would you suffer Would you be a lover Be a fighter Or would you just be alright Could you just be alright And if all this could come true Would you be ready Would I be ready if I was you?
Writer(s): Stuart Price, Princess Superstar Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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