Lyrics Welcome to the Machine

Welcome, my son, welcome to the machine.
Where have you been? It's all right, we know where you've been.
You've been in the pipeline, filling in time,
provided with toys and 'Scouting for Boys'.
You bought a guitar to punish your ma,
and you didn't like school, and you know you're nobody's fool,
so welcome to the machine.

Welcome, my son, welcome to the machine.
What did you dream? It's all right, we told you what to dream.
You dreamed of a big star, he played a mean guitar,
he always ate in the Steak Bar, he loved to drive in his Jaguar.
So welcome to the machine.