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