Letra de Primitive Rhythm Machine

Primitive Rhythm Machine CHORUS Primitive Rhythm Machine, it's the true, rhythm of the natives, tho wholy rhythm. God creates, jungle beats Evil, only perverts. Verse 1 African tribes, L.A. gangs, Australian natives Europeans will know about Salvation, the time has come to change your ways Throw your conceptions out, look to people, not yourself. High and mighty, that's not right. God created all things. BRIDGE That's all men. That's all music. That's everything CHORUS Verse 2 Glacial dwellers, South Americans, tribal people. All men must know about Salvation, the time has come to change your ways All this music will all pass, it's just part of this world. God's music of all nations. All parts of God's creation. BRIDGE Verse 3 Hard music, soft sounds, street beats, Music crowds will know about. Salvation, the time has come, to change your ways. Look beyond a culture style, yourself on what's right. You must turn around, to know your Creator. BRIDGE INTERLUDE Heavy, music, rhythm, God's way. CHORUS