Just 'cause it's cracked

Doesn't mean that it's broke

Just 'cause it's a butt

Doesn't mean it's a joke

With a heart like an apple

Butt hard like a stone

Stuck in the mud

'cause it stuck to the bone

...and this is how it starts

And this is what it seems

And this is who we are

And this is what will be

The future is all planned

And now comes to pass

Artificial man

Artificial...

End of the line

Look at the time

Time ticking

And tell me

That you think it's clean

Where there's a way

There is a lie

Everybody

We trusted

Not to be

So mean

What we discussed

Was so disgusting

Filling it up

And busting

At the seams

Putting the peas

Out with the pies

Everybody combusting

But the buttmachine

Cracked like a bell

But don't mean that it rings

And just 'cause it's shiny

Don't mean that it's clean

The movement is over

The flush has begun

And just 'cause it's ugly

Don't mean it's no fun

...and just because we can

It don't mean

That we should

And just 'cause

It's modern

Don't mean

It smells good

Function over form

Fiction over pain

And just because

It's chrome

Don't mean

It won't stain

Single the word

Double the talk talk

Triple the babble

To tell me

What they say

Jingle the bell

Held up in heck well

Only the funny one

Kinda knows

The way

Putting the peas

Out with the pies

Everybody combusting

But the butt

It seems

End of the days

End so abrupt

Everybody corrupted

But the buttmachine

Buttmachine...Buttmachine

Buttmachine...Buttmachine

Buttmachine...Buttmachine

Buttmachine...Buttmachine

Buttmachine

...just like I told ya

Sold your soul

...they sold it for ya

Hold your own

...don't let them scold ya

Hold your nose

...they'll blow it for ya

Half of the work

All of the class

Can you show us

The reason

That it works

This well

Give it a jerk

Spilling the gas

And I betcha

It's silent

But it just might smell

Half of the will

Some of the time

All of the reasons

We left it

In the kitchen sink

Shining it up

Another butt

More than half

Of the battle

Is that it

Just might stink

Quick and the fast

Gelatinous mass

So soft was the goo

And so we

Poked right through it

Tree in the woods

Making a sound

No one around

And so we

Just say screw it

End of the line

Look at the time

Time ticking

And tell me

That you think

It's clean

Follow your nose

And get the joke

Now that nobody's laughing

But the buttmachine...