[Intro]
World War II was a long time ago
Nowadays things are a little more incredible
[Verse 1]
It's the year 2065, the human race is just as wise
But it's had a bit too much to think lately
I don't know if it's fit to drive
We fit the fittest minds with a chip inside that can link and digitize
That which, prior to this
Was higher than science could ever devise
This is a neural interface, we're going to stick it in your face
'Til it and your brain are interlaced
There's an arms war on and we're going to win the race
Leave everything erased, bring the bass (Man)
[Chorus]
Man and machine, weaved like tapestry
Man, what a team (Machine)
Man and machine, human minds can't handle the dream
[Verse 2]
Scientific progression is steamrolling
There's no preventing it going ahead
Now, we're intrinsically linked with technology
Biology as we know it is dead
Muscle and metal are toiling
I'm not fussed if the kettle is boiling
Just ready the mech, put the oil in
There's a dastardly plot that needs foiling
We are pursuing John Taylor, he and his unit have gone AWOL
The motive is unclear
But I'm guessing the trope is the one same old
From New Guinea, Peru to Djibouti
Things are getting all boomy and shooty
So, gird up your loins and oil your booty
And answer the Call of Duty (Man)
World War II was a long time ago
Nowadays things are a little more incredible
[Verse 1]
It's the year 2065, the human race is just as wise
But it's had a bit too much to think lately
I don't know if it's fit to drive
We fit the fittest minds with a chip inside that can link and digitize
That which, prior to this
Was higher than science could ever devise
This is a neural interface, we're going to stick it in your face
'Til it and your brain are interlaced
There's an arms war on and we're going to win the race
Leave everything erased, bring the bass (Man)
[Chorus]
Man and machine, weaved like tapestry
Man, what a team (Machine)
Man and machine, human minds can't handle the dream
[Verse 2]
Scientific progression is steamrolling
There's no preventing it going ahead
Now, we're intrinsically linked with technology
Biology as we know it is dead
Muscle and metal are toiling
I'm not fussed if the kettle is boiling
Just ready the mech, put the oil in
There's a dastardly plot that needs foiling
We are pursuing John Taylor, he and his unit have gone AWOL
The motive is unclear
But I'm guessing the trope is the one same old
From New Guinea, Peru to Djibouti
Things are getting all boomy and shooty
So, gird up your loins and oil your booty
And answer the Call of Duty (Man)
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