[ Featuring
Matthew Good Band ]
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 f*cked 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
