GHOST IN THE MACHINE

There's something there deep down inside.
It's very quiet; it likes to hide.
It's there, no matter what they say,
It'll stay,
And it won’t go away,
And it will not decay.

And beneath the decks, in the oily gloom
Of the super tanker’s engine-room,
The Stoker's Mate nearly drops his broom,
As a cry rings out like the crack of doom.
And everyone saw the fixed grimace
Of frozen fear on the Stoker's face,
But he never told them what took place,
And they had to send him back to base,
But the Engineers all knew he'd seen
The Ghost in the Machine.

Ghost in the Machine... Ghost in the Machine...
Ghost in the Machine... Ghost in the Machine...

Everything's looking clean and neat
In the air-conditioned computer-suite.
It's three a.m. and the run's complete,
The computer man can put up his feet.
He throws the switch, but there's something wrong,
The power's off, but the tapes spin on.
The printer keeps typing the word 'Babylon',
And just for a moment, and then it's gone,
Is a shadowy face on the monitor screen,
The Ghost in the Machine.

Ghost in the Machine... Ghost in the Machine...
Ghost in the Machine... Ghost in the Machine...

There's something there deep down inside.
It's very quiet; it likes to hide.
It's there, no matter what they say,
It'll stay,
And it won’t go away,
And it will not decay.

At the new recording studio,
The band all went home hours ago,
But the singer's there and he's feeling low,
'Cos the music's sounding dull and slow.
He plays the tape back just once more,
But there's something there he's never heard before,
A vocal track that he did not record,
Just the eerie sound that he was looking for,
But who is the voice on track thirteen?
The Ghost in the Machine.

Ghost in the Machine... Ghost in the Machine...
Ghost in the Machine... Ghost in the Machine...

In the underground laboratory,
They are searching electronically
For the part of the anatomy
That contains your own identity.
They have ransacked through the human brain,
And they know what all the bits contain,
But their search for the soul has been in vain,
'Cause what thinks the thoughts? What feels the pain?
The answer is what it's always been,
Ghost in the Machine.

Ghost in the Machine... Ghost in the Machine...
Ghost in the Machine... Ghost in the Machine...