Machines, machines they keep Right on going Machines, machines they keep Right on going But I am weak; well I want to go On home To tired to speak, but they won't Let me alone O yea, o yea, o yea Machines, machines they keep Right on going Machines, machines they keep Right on going Well I got, to find, a place to rest My head Machine he smile at me and say I'm Gonna be you dead O yea, o yea, o yea Machines, machines we made them To serve us Machines, machines we built them To serve us But 'till the day, when I'm buried In my grave Just right until that day I know I'm Gonna be a slave A slave, a slave, a slave Machines, machines they keep Right on winning Machines, machines they keep Right on winning