Beat the Machine - Quaker City Night Hawks

Took down my coat and I put it on

With cold hands through the sleeves

Put down my head and I rode alone

Silent as in the trees

I rode past all the soldiers there

Got in the bridge cross the creek

The lonesome sounds of my bridal bells there

Mad chattering teeth

Oh, oh, you can’t get what you need

Oh, oh, you can’t beat the machine

Rode three days through the hell and rain

Cause the kick is in the heats

Now I heard that great job of winning then

Got through the darkest of me

Yeah it’s time until the war comes again

At least not till the spring

Said those fools can never take the crown

That it’s still up to you and me

Oh, oh, you can’t get what you need

Oh, oh, you can’t beat the machine

Famines rage while the weather saves

Pointing fingers at the beach

This war machine and on the death of breeze

Crushing bodies underneath

Builds a cave and very soldiers lay

Flags out in the street

They finally tell the human race

But it’s still up to you and me

Oh, oh, you can’t get what you need

Oh, oh, you can’t beat the machine

Oh, oh, you can’t get what you need

Oh, oh, you can’t beat the machine