Cog Is Dead The Inventor's Daughter
I once knew a girl with a heart of gold
Two legs of copper and arms of chrome
The prettiest girl I ever knew
I loved each rivet, bolt and screw
Shiny locks of wire hair
And copper plating everywhere
There was no doubt she had to be
The one and only girl for me
But she was the daughter of a mean old man,
An inventor who just wouldn't let her go
And though his creation had grown fond of me,
His continual responses told me no
So we made a plan to elope that day
We packed our kisses to the far away
I went to her window late that night
And she was ready for our flight
I was happy as I could be
When she wrapped her tiny metal arms round me
And with a propeller sticking from her head
We switched it on and fled!
But her father was a crazy man
And he didn't want to let us get away
He was able to pull us from the sky that night
With a powerful magnetic ray
So he took my girl from me
And shunned me for eternity
He locked her up inside a room
As cold and awful as a tomb
And though I am consumed with rage
I know that man is up in age
And soon as he is finally dead
Then she and I will wed!
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["We interrupt this broadcast to bring you breaking news. At approximately 2: 05 PM this afternoon, an English clockmaker by the name of Hamilton revealed to the world a new kind of clock. This sick, twisted design displays the time digitally on a small backlit screen and is run entirely on electricity. Hamilton predicts that this new abomination is the way of the future, and believes that someday these hideous creations of his will be in every home in the world. It is with deep regret that we announce to you, dear listeners, that the cog is dead. We repeat: The cog is dead."]