Lyrics Beat the Machine - Quaker City Night Hawks

Beat the Machine

Took down my coat and I put it on
With cold hands through the sleeves
Put down my head and I rode alone
Silent as in the trees
I rode past all the soldiers there
Got in the bridge cross the creek
The lonesome sounds of my bridal bells there
Mad chattering teeth
Oh, oh, you can’t get what you need
Oh, oh, you can’t beat the machine
Rode three days through the hell and rain
Cause the kick is in the heats
Now I heard that great job of winning then
Got through the darkest of me
Yeah it’s time until the war comes again
At least not till the spring
Said those fools can never take the crown
That 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 weather saves
Pointing fingers at the beach
This war machine and on the death of breeze
Crushing bodies underneath
Builds a cave and very soldiers lay
Flags out in the street
They finally tell 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
Oh, oh, you can’t get what you need
Oh, oh, you can’t beat the machine