Machine Time

How many times have I said I don't need to go to bed
I don't need to get no rest just so I can clear my head
Cause it's permanently clean yeah I work like a machine
I don't need to eat or sleep, and I don't need to dream
I go up at quarter five, always feel like I'm alive
Go to bed eleven thirty, when I golf I pitch a birdy
No time my wit aint working and when I close the curtains
The verse ends, that's all, I don't need no rehearsing
I'm bursting with ideas, and they are all right here
Up into my skull yeah it's a mess it's a nightmare
But I bite fear in the ass shove it off me and I'm clear
Walking on air and I'm on air and I'm aware of all that I'll...
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