Testo di Body Machine Body

Face in the crowd Kicking fascist history Boys aren't allowed in a perverted trickery Body, Machine, Body Body, Machine, Body There was a time When people were lined Stop this cold blooded scenery Before we kill this a mystery Thoughts of a different kind Can be convertised Industrialised No work for the working man Government shits upon your facts They are the reason way You can't escape this bleeding lie Push yourself to the edge Watch them come or watch them die My working dream My work