Man And The Machine

The Old Grey Wolf Ltd Co

You can make things, break things
You can shake things up or down
You can twist it, can’t resist it
You don’t miss it when it’s not around
It’s not the time of year for making peace
It’s the time of man, and his war machine
and his war machine

You can hate things, any thing
You can hate what you just don’t know
A war of words in a black n white world it’s friend or foe
And you follow the machine mans war machine
wherever it goes

There’s a pretty girl that stayed at home
You tell yourself it’s what your fighting for
There’s a propaganda window and a morality door
You think you understand but your never quite sure
If you could tell the difference if you could only tell
Read between the battle lines all you see is Hell
And that machine

An Englishmans castle, the American Dream
The Nazi’s and the Roman’s and the Babylon Queen
the Vandels and the Vikings with their cold hard steel
An empire for the king, for the taking and all we can steal

There’s a circle to be broken, and words to be spoken
An original crime but who drew the line
To the victor the spoils, the slaves and the gold
To the victor the spoils, grow fat and grow old
And the only thing that keeps you sane is fear and paranoia
So you rewrite all the history to justify the war and i’ts machine

Demonise your enemies condemn them out of hand
Put them to the slaughter and advertise your brand
We are the enemy the ones that you fear most
We are the enemy, Raise your glass and drink a toast
Raise you glass and drink a toast
Drink a toast, raise your glass
Drink to the war machine
to the blood of our enemies
To victory
Man and the machine in perfect harmony