Beat The Machine - Quaker City Nighthawks

Took down my coat and I put it on
Cold hands through the sleeves
Pulled down my hat and I rode along
Silent ice in the trees
I rode right past all the soldiers there
Guarding the bridge cross the creek
The lonesome sound of my bridle bells
Their mad chattering teeth

Oh oh you can't get what you need
Oh oh you can't beat the machine

I rode three days through the howling rain
Towards the kingdoms in the East
I heard that great dog of winter there
Call through the darkness to me
He asked how long til the war would come to him
I said not til the spring
He said those fools can never take the crown
But it's still up to you and me

Oh oh you can't get what you need
Oh oh you can't beat the machine

Famines rage while the withered sages point their fingers at the beast
This war machine and all the death it brings crushing bodies underneath
The wheels of hate unburied soldiers lay under flags out in the street
The final age of the human race but it's still up to you and me

Oh oh you can't get what you need
Oh oh you can't beat the machine