Machines
Mort Shuman
Machines, machines
They keep right on movin'
Machines, machines
They keep right on movin'
But I am weak i want to go on home
Too tired to speak
But they won't let me alone, yeah
Machines, machines they keep right on goin'
Machines, machines they keep right on goin'
I've got to find a place to rest my head
Machine, he smiles at me and says
"I'm gonna be your bed, yeah" oh, yeah
Machines, machines we made them to serve us
Machines, machines we built them to serve us
But 'til the day i'm buried in my grave
Yes, right until that day, I know
I'll always be your slave
A slave, a slave, a slave
To the machines, machines
They keep right on winning
Machines, machines
They keep right on winning