Made A Man Out Of Me

A Killing Machine

Your Baby's Going To Die

Ma, Your Baby's Coming Home

Your Know They Put A Man On The Moon

Simply To Prove That We All Need Some Place To Go

Where We're Not Known

Where We're Not



And To A Lesser Degree

I Can Recall Breathing Easy

But The Deficit Rolls

- Built Up I Suppose

Picking Up The Pieces

Of Another Fucked Up Reason

For Selling Off Some Freedom

That Was Never Free

Never Absolutely

Never Absolutely



Made A Mess Out Of Me

A Killing Machine

Sometimes When I Need Them

If I Look Hard Enough To See Them I Can Find My Feet

Cause I Push Against Gravity

In And Out Of Having Them

Been Led By Defeat

So One More Time's All I'll Need