Push the bu*ton Are we under their control, or are they under our control, or what? Are we under their control, or are they under our control, or what? Push the bu*ton Computer age is now Everyone must have a machine They say it's gonna make life easier, well, I can't stand it.... They say we should put them in control Well, maybe next we'll give them a soul I guess we must now think that we're gods, While we're less men than ever I know the Lord cannot be too glad In fact, I'm sure he must be quite mad To see us take His role from our lives And give it to computers For here we sit in our easy chairs As our machines decide how we'll fare Who will suffer, who will survive? It's up to the computers Push the bu*ton Are we under their control, or are they under our control, or what? Push the bu*ton Are we under their control, or are they under our control, or what? Push the bu*ton! Are we under their control, or are they under our control, or what? Are we under their control, or are they under our control, or what? Push the bu*ton! Warning! Warning! Warning! Warning! Warning! Warning! Warning! Warning! Computing "I'm no longer in control I can't program my machine Now it wants to take my soul Stop it or it will proceed!" Computing Warning! Warning! Warning! Warning! Warning! Warning! Warning! Warning! Warning! Warning! Push the bu*ton Why is it you're trying to give me Programs I'm in charge and yet you're trying to Program I'm metal so you think you have to Program But I'm a man 'cause I don't need no Programs Now computing...now computing...now computing...now computing... Are we under their control, or are they under our control, or what?