well, it’s yoursyou can have it if it means that much to youdon’t let me stop youdon’t let me stop you now[x2]and stretch me out across the tableand turn my insides outturn me into someone elsesomeone more like yourselfand stretch me outbut bother not with ties, I promise to lieperfectly stillAnd I swear, I swear not to screamat my becoming part of the machinewell, it’s yoursyou can have it if it means that much to youdon’t let me stop youdon’t let me stop you nowbut let it be known that this is what you’ll getfor falling out of line, and no one winsand no one wins against the machineso get back, get back in lineare you the man nowthat you got what you wantedare you the man nowthat you got it[x2]