Perpetual Motion Machine Lyrics
(Jim Hughes)Perpetual motion machine, it came to me in a dreamLet's catch some air, that's if you dareI'm only sixteen but you're my queenIt's a bright, bright morning, the road stretches farThe corn on the right, the wheat on the leftThere's a hill up ahead, let's catch some airPerpetual motion machine, I picked up a magazinePoor aimless, poor aimless, poor aimless meAimlesslyNow look at the fireball extinguish the sunMy daddy would perish if only he knewHundred and forty, air feeds the fire
13 Engines Perpetual Motion Machine
