These days i feel like a machine
It's a routine everyday
And I go throught'em everyday
But machines don't ever feel
So I guess I am okay
Just making sure we are okay
But you would think they would have a reason
Shutting the factory down down down down
And you would think the would call it treason
Letting domocracy drown drown
But that's where you're wrong
'Cause we're both broke
The rich and the poor
There's no fixer to be found and paid
And we just choke
On the love of lord
They like the friction in the sounds we make
So cry, machines cry
Ooh
There is not end to this marching
We run on credit and no faith
And all the debt to be repaid
But we were meant to rule like kings
And we get by from day to day
So who are we to be complainning?
But you would think
They would have a reason
Shutting the factory down down down down
And you would think
The would call it treason
Letting domocracy drown drown
But that's where you're wrong
'Cause we're both broke
The rich and the poor
There's no fixer to be found and paid
And we just choke
On the love of lord
They like the friction in the sounds we make
So cry, machines cry
Ooh
So cry, machines cry
Ooh
So cry, machines cry
Cry, machines cry
Cry all you're got to
Can't quit until the truth comes out
Try, machines try
Try like you're meant to
Can't quit on me and you, not now
I guess we've wronged
Cause we're both broke
The rich and the poor
There's no fixer to be found and paid
And we just choke
On the love of lord
They like the friction in the sounds we make
So cry, machines cry
Ooh
So cry, machines cry
Ooh
Ooh