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See you through the machine I see that red recording light I see her electronic-cog-wheeling magnetic Throught the window it sees her upside down then through so-called technology it seems to flip you around At night here the stars here can't be seen by this machine At night here it's cold here the fog around your ankles She makes that face like that girl from unpopular cinema But that robot boy he's camera shy he's camera terrible And you Mr. Director take us downtown at sunset There behind the alleyway where the crust punks hang out If I could fly a high spy plane In the atmosphere Could I see my camera Could I see yo Mr Director and your sister That makes you a posey Aus Songtexte Mania