MACHINERY

Where the wheel turns round & round
Where the drill grinds in the ground, I feel fine
Where the oil runs smooth & clean
Where there`s so much naked power, it`s obscene

   & the sound goes through my head
   Like a piston through my head 
   Just love the scenery, I see from my bed
   Just love machinery & feedback in my head

Where the hot steel hums & swears
Where the sound fills everywhere, I´m alone
Deep inside a brittle heart,
Tied up by metal arms, I am home...

   & the sound goes through my head
   Like a piston through my head 
   Just love the scenery, I see from my bed
   Just love machinery & feedback in my head

Words: Herbie Parkin
Music: Phil Etheridge

Copyright 1992 Room Service Music
Used by kind permission