Machines constantly
Pounding in my ears
I can't get no sleep
Day in
Six days a week
I'm a broken man
There's no end to this
The fields calling me
Farm labouring
I think it must be
Down a track to the local farm
Please sign me up
Before it goes wrong
Machines they're thrashing
But it's not the same as where
I have been
Shifting corn from the chaff
The birds fly by
I hope it will last
I read in the news
We're off to war
And I cannot choose
The machines
Exploding
I'll die somewhere
Remember me