Incomplete As in burned concrete Walk this empty street Granite sky
My machine Built the factories Feed the workers bees Get in line
Round and round and round The wheels come down Dreaming of the steam, the pawning sound Round and round and round The wheels come down Won't you electrify my soul Intensify it all
Little girl In a concrete world Artificial hurt In your eyes
You won't see Any living trees Any flower field In my time
Round and round and round The wheels come down Dreaming of the steam, the pawning sound Round and round and round The wheels come down Won't you electrify my soul Intensify it all
I like the plastic people, paper world The silver moon, the iron sun I'll fold your paper flowers little girl For you'll never see a real one
Round and round and round The wheels come down Dreaming of the steam, the pawning sound Round and round and round The wheels come down Won't you electrify my soul Intensify it all
