A pool of white Lights the worker's bench Tools with metal bruising Hands worn thin from usingThe splash of black Grease creeps like a snake The machine grins like the joker Jaws shut over the workerThe machine hires Then it fires its gun When we stray from their color Their color of one The machine hires Then it fires its gun When we stray from their color Their color of one The machine’s gunAnd by candle light The work?r robotically toils The machine grins like th? joker Jaws shut over the worker, ohThe machine hires Then it fires its gun When we stray from their color Their color of oneThe machine hires Then it fires its gun When we stray from their color Their color of one The machine’sThis fearsome greed In the heart of the machine Only for him he sees While erasing you and meThe machine hires Then it fires its gun When we stray from their color Their color of oneThe machine hires Then it fires its gun When we stray from their color Their color of one The machine’s gun
