Don't tell me the time
Don't tell me who's who
I don't really want to know

Tomorrow, I'll write the book
Tonight, I want another drink
And dance until the morning comes

Should we take a chance?
Should I make the call?
Can't decide which way to go

It's dark and hell is hot
But I don't feel a thing
No, not until the morning comes

Watch the wounded flowers sway
Watch them, watch them waste away
A hand is reaching down
And rips them, rips them from the ground

Is this life?
In the mechanical garden
Is this living in
The mechanical garden

Leave the light on
Let me stumble in
Just want one more for the road

I'm running out the clock
I think I'm going broke
But I need something to ease my worries

I'm just a soft machine
And I don't care what's real
When living is a weeping wound

Everyone's breaking down
It's gumming up the works
I guess I'm gonna take a cab to the city

I watch the wounded flowers sway
Watch them, watch them waste away
A hand is reaching down
And rips them, rips them from the ground

Is this life?
In the mechanical garden
Is this living in
The mechanical garden

I watch the wounded flowers sway
Watch them, watch them waste away
The hand is reaching down
And rips them, rips them from the ground

Watch the wounded flowers sway
Watch them, watch them waste away
The hand is reaching down
It rips them, rips them from the ground