Machines

(album: Pretty Flamingo - 1966)

Machines, machines
They keep right on moving
Machines, machines
They keep right on moving

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 going
Machines, machines
They keep right on going

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