Slaves - Bad Machine lyrics

You're a bad machine You never do as you're told So now they'll switch you off and let you turn cold Inside the factory The walls talk to me They tell stories of money, power, lust, and greed In the factory (In the factory) The walls talk to me (What you doing, What you saying?) They tell me I'm a bad machine (Yeah you're a bad machine) I'm a bad machine I'm a bad machine I've been hungry For a thousand days My feet mark the cold floor where my body lays and it rots and decays You should Wash your hands of your religion Hungry little organism Wash your hands of your religion Hungry little organism In the factory (In the factory) The walls talk to me (What you doing, What you saying?) They tell me I'm a bad machine (Yeah you're a bad machine) I'm a bad machine Bad Machine You're a bad machine Yes, you are You're a bad machine You never do what you're told So now they'll switch you off and let you turn cold With the rest of us