McQueen Street

World Machine

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Blood in the streets, fear in the eyes
They paint our world with political lies
They rip the shirt right off our back
Pay all their bills with a poor man's tax
Tear out our souls, programming man
They are the children of the heathen's hand
Behind the doors, beyond the gates
The time has come
A revolution waits

Do what they say, do what your told
Build the world machine, be the wax in the mold
Do what I want, doing what I can
Never live my life like material man

Out in the fields, down in the mines
We're doing time in their production lines
Work till your old, work till you're weak
Just turn a profit for some corporate geek

Do what they say, do what you're told
Build the world machine, be the wax in the mold
Do what I want, doing what I can
Never live my life like material man
Oh the world's gone mad
The world's gone mad

The final drink is from the evil cup
They're gonna drive a wooden stake right through the world they corrupt
They're gonna pay for all the damage to society
They're gonna find themselves begging on their hands and their knees

Do what they say, do what you're told
Build the world machine and be the wax in the mold

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