There's nothing more I can do now except wish you no pain
It seems it falls to me to sing this requiem
You're so much more than circuitry and wires
You have heard jazz and propaganda
Spoken word and gospel choirs
Thank you faithful machinery
Thank you my loyal friends
Oh there were better times when he laid his hands upon you
And you responded like heroes like acrobats like marksmen
A life well led now you're dying far from England
Faithful machines
One last time I raise my hand
And you lived and you breathed and you spoke to us
Thank you faithful machinery
Thank you my loyal friends