Oiled

The mechanics of love dream up a war
And we must fight to the sweet end

Keep the wheels turning
Keep the wheels turning

Like an industry falling to its knees
I would fall to mine, if my love ran dry

Keep the wheels turning
Keep the wheels turning
Keep the wheels turning
Keep the wheels turning round

The mechanics of love imposed this war
Which we will fight to the sweet end
Now we have oiled our piston limbs
As the final phase of the scheme begins

Keep the wheels turning
Keep the wheels turning

Like an industry falling to its knees
I would fall to mine, if my love ran dry

Keep the wheels turning
Keep the wheels turning
Keep the wheels turning
Keep the wheels turning
Keep the wheels turning
Keep the wheels turning
Keep the wheels turning
Keep the wheels turning round
Keep the wheels turning
Keep the wheels turning round

Keep the wheels turning
Keep the wheels turning
Keep the wheels turning