[Intro] World War II was a long time ago Nowadays things are a little more incredible [Verse 1] Its the year 2065, the human race is just as wise But its had a bit too much to think lately I dont know if its 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, were going to stick it in your face Til it and your brain are interlaced Theres an arms war on and were 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 cant handle the dream [Verse 2] Scientific progression is steamrolling Theres no preventing it going ahead Now, were intrinsically linked with technology Biology as we know it is dead Muscle and metal are toiling Im not fussed if the kettle is boiling Just ready the mech, put the oil in Theres a dastardly plot that needs foiling We are pursuing John Taylor, he and his unit have gone AWOL The motive is unclear But Im 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 [Chorus] Man and machine, weaved like tapestry Man, what a team Machine Man and machine, human minds cant handle the dream [Verse 3] My squad is behind me watching my hiney, not like that, blimey I hide right in plain sight and I defy thee that try to find me I see through the scope with closed eyes Finger and trigger they both collide The bullet travels as the crow flies and a bloke dies See the ghost rise or is it just smoke? I cant tell from the hell of the drone strikes Bang, bang Besides Im preoccupied with fighting And losing is something I dont like Sealed with a kiss, hit you with my steel fist But it bloody hurt cause despite the outside, its my real wrist Ah, now Im real pissed So, let me tell you what the deal is When you deal with me and Black Ops Youre in for a tough time on the front line Like Fergusons Black Cops Man [Chorus] Man and machine, weaved like tapestry Man, what a team Machine Man and machine, human minds cant handle the dream Man and machine, weaved like tapestry Man, what a team Machine Man and machine, human minds cant handle the dream
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