Machines, machines They keep right on movin' Machines, machines They keep right on movin' But I am weak I'll want to go on home Too tired to speak But they won't let me along, 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 Oh, 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