We work
We work hard
Work our fingers
To the bone
And all that we get in return
Is cold life
We look
But we can't see
We are blinded by the smoke
From the factories
It's killing you, and it's
Killing me
We are crushed in the wheels of industry

By the rhythm
The rhythm of machinery
The rhythm
The rhythm of machinery

We talk
But it's too late
Broken tongues, articulate
With hand on heart we'll pledge
To a new faith
Discontent...
Is all around
But we won't let that get
us down, cause we're the same today
As any other day
We turn our heads and begin to pray

To the rhythm
The rhythm of machinery
The rhythm
The rhythm of machinery

And if we pump fresh blood
Into these veins
We may not have to build
A new machine
The heart that drives my soul
Still beats in time
It's more than just a dream
It's a reality

We work
We work hard
Work our fingers
To the bone
To satisfy the wants and
Needs of strong men
We look
But we can't see
We are blinded by the smoke
From the factories
It's killing you, and it's
Killing me
We are crushed in the wheels of industry

By the rhythm
The rhythm of machinery
The rhythm
The rhythm of machinery