Maybe we can just give up

Let the machines take us over

It wouldn't be so bad

Maybe we can just give up

Let the machines take us over

Take me over

And the music that they'll make

And the chapels that they'll paint

And the abstract office plays

Novels of whines and whirls

And the poetry of beeps

Take me over

Take me over

The scanner takes the lead

The printer is the bass

The stapler acts as drum

The shredder chorus chants

The fax soprano sings

An abstract opera

A banal orchestra

An office symphony

Machine cacophony

Maybe we can just give up

Let the machines take us over

It wouldn't be so bad

And the music that they'll make

And the chapels that they'll paint

And the abstract office plays

Novels of whines and whirls

And the poetry of beeps

Take me over

Take me over

Each day, I hear it from my cubicle

Copiers call my name

Each day, they sing for me off-key

But I don't care, I love them

My friends surrounding me

Saying hello in beeps

Each day, I whisper to them,

Telling them, "when the world is yours

Don't forget your art."

Maybe we can just give up

Maybe we can just give up

Maybe we can just give up

Maybe we can just give up

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