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Take me to the Machine Shop (RPM2012)

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Reg had something to get of his chest on number 6 for the RPM because he needs rebuilding after that last relationship………………

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TAKE ME TO THE MACHINE SHOP(Lyrics)

My heads whirring it will not stop
I’m on the top board ready to belly flop
When I look inside, guess what see
A man looking back who’s like an absentee
Lost on the road to total despair
Theres no one around me, that’s even aware
I can not speak I can not talk, I prefer to run
I prefer to run rather than walk

I’m not alright inside, I’m a little messed up
A little disturbed, a little fucked up
It’s all falling down its all on top
I need fixing now, take me away to the machine shop
To the machine shop
I need
I need to be fixed up

Your thoughts they burn inside my mind
To loss and fear Ive become resigned
The goodbyes that you spat right there in my face
I remember your eyes that horrible poker face
Your vicious words, were said to cut
Like a hunters knife inside the fishes gut
My ears echo to your confessions
Bruised and beaten with all your aggression
You tell me like you are proud
After fifteen years I’m disavowed
Your not the one I thought I knew
My gut it turns I want to spew
I can’t believe the tale, the tale you tell
That you really held me under your spell
I believed you when you worked so late
I never argued I didn’t debate

Its not right, Its all messed up
Im a little disturbed, a little mixed up
It’s all falling down its all on top
I need fixing, take me to a machine shop
Take me away
I need fixing right here today
Take me away
Take me away

Now the truth comes out into the light
And it’s you who tells me with such delight
That you never loved or cared for me at all
You just used me as your only tool
When things got tough you would take my love
And I would catch you like a baseball glove
You used me like a seven eleven
I was always open, you used me as your haven
No wonder I’m fucked, I’m out of my mind, I can’t think
You’ve taken my head to the brink
You’ve destroyed all, that I believed
My life is now of one, who is alone bereaved
Tormented, aggrieved to let you go
To runaway with your brand new beau
But here I sit alone
My head concussed, I’m totally blown, I’m so, so alone

It’s not right, its fucked up
Im a little disturbed, I’m a little mixed up
It’s all falling down its all on top
I gonna need fixing, inside the machine shop
So take me away and fix me up
Make me brand new
Yeah take me away to the machine shop
The machine shop

Surrounded by the memories of us
I’m using the memories like would a truss
To hold them in and keep you close
Your my drug of choice and I need a dose
But You, your gone you’ve left me cold
You eat upon my mind like a fungus, a mould
As I sit alone, time eats upon my thought
Upon the lessons you brutally taught
How will I trust or love again
How am I gonna survive all this pain

It’s just not right, it’s just fucked up
I’m a little disturbed, I’m a little mixed up
It’s all falling down its all on top
So take me away to the machine shop
Take me away to the machine shop and fix me up
Fix me up I need fixing take me to the machine shop

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Mike Giles said

Wow. I really dig this!!! Congrats on the bump! I have 4, and I wouldn't have made it without music. Bravo. Cheers.

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Movement To Contact said

Very nice, good melody. :)

Guest said

Now, that is what I call a set of lyrics! Proper job! As we Cornish say! Great vocal timing too. Actually, this is a great song Reg!

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