Original lyrics

EN

There's a bookstore in town where no-one reads And those who remember will disappear I hate to see them getting old But they're better dead than read I've just discovered something new America called and put cables on us Now it's crazy like Disneyland The return of the soft machine The return of the soft machine Take a look what's going on The entertainment has begun Driving in a golden car Bigger than America Everybody can be a fool You can't see it but you know it's coming The cars are flying and the people dying Now we're back on the wild side again Africa screams hot, hard and mean In Europe the crimes are in the streets So don't cry baby killer, daddy's gone a-hunting And you know he'll be back again The return of the soft machine And you know he'll be back again Tell the truth and damn the lies Crushed by the fortune's famous eyes Driving in a golden car Bigger than America Loadin' up an' havin' fun The magic circle is the magic gun Shooting for a golden star Bigger than America