[Verse 1]

All that he does is chip away, each day he sticks to his routine

Putting the pieces on, building a big machine

He ran out of room inside his room and so he moved it all outside

Now it's a bit too big, now it's a mile wide

The family vans across the desert follow signs to park and stare

Nobody says hello, nobody knows he's there

They just look at the blinking lights and greebles, interlocking arms of steel and they think

"Nothing could be so big, nothing could be so real"

They think

[Pre-Chorus]

"One million springs

And spinning things, it's quite a view (we have no clue)

We have no clue

What does it do?"

[Chorus]

That's the beauty of it

It doesn't do anything

Doesn't do anything, doesn't do anything

[Verse 2]

He made his own night-vision goggles, now he lurks inside the frame

Perfecting it from within, forgetting his own name

All that he knows is that it needs him, all it knows is he needs it

Every piston, every single little bit

The government people in black helicopters try to snoop around

I'm so sorry, but he needs the extra parts, he takes the choppers down

And now there are tanks on the horizon, asking what are his demands?

Not one of them understands nobody understands

(All the megaphones scream)

[Pre-Chorus]

"One million gears

Perhaps our fears are coming true (What does it do?)

What does it do?

What does it do?"

[Chorus]

That's the beauty of it

It doesn't do anything

Doesn't do anything

[Bridge]

Lost in solipsism, he then slowly pulls a lever

Which sets off a mechanism which does nothing whatsoever

But the nothing that it does negates the everything we know

Because it's screaming just because, because it's neither friend or foe

And so we label it a menace or a grandiose work of art

From its finale to its genesis, we slowly pull it all apart

[Outro]

That's the beauty of it

It doesn't do anything, do anything

Doesn't do anything, doesn't do anything