Songtext von Like the Miller Grinds the Wheat

We don't touch that machine Cause once you get your finger in It will swallow you complete, It will strip you to the skin, It will grind you like the miller grinds the wheat, Like the miller, And it turns you out a corpse, Or a killer. Get that draft card in your hand And you've started down the chute That will change you from a man To a nothing in a suit. It will grind you like the miller grinds the wheat, Like the miller, And it turns you out a corpse, Or a killer. It's a well made machine And it works with magic skill To turn glowing human souls Into plastic set to kill. It will grind you like a miller grinds the wheat, Like the miller, And it turns you out a corpse, Or a killer. It is run for the rich And it swallows up the poor And it turns them into contracts With the dividends secure. And it grinds you like the miller grinds the wheat-- As of old. And the corpses are of cold, Solid gold.