Perfection - No Fun At All

Well I look through

A window and I see

Some people lying

On strange contraptions

Moving their bodys

Up and down

A futile struggle to gain perfection

Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah

Yeah Yeah Yeah

And I wonder

Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah

And I walk down and wonder

How in hell now this could be

And I find it amusing in a way

This pointless waste

Of human power

You pay to be straped

To a machine

The price you pay

To gain perfection

Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah

Yeah Yeah Yeah

And I wonder

Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah

And I walk down and wonder

How in hell now this could be

One time, one more time

You keep repeating

Keep repeating

Till you get a cramp

One time, one more time

You keep repeating

Keep repeating

Until you get a

One time, one more time

You keep repeating

Keep repeating

Till you get a cramp

One time, one more time

You keep repeating

Keep repeating

Until you get a

One time, one more time

You keep repeating

Keep repeating

Till you get a cramp

One time, one more time

You keep repeating

Keep repeating

Until you get a

Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah

Yeah Yeah Yeah

And I wonder

Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah

And I walk down and wonder

How in hell now this could be