That old good machine
Silver meat machine
Pumping aviation oil

Aviation oil - the best

It gives a terrible kick

It's beating like a stick
When it will hit - it will kill
When it won't kill - it will whirr

Be cruel, my machine - machine - made in steel
Be cruel, my machine - machine - made in steel


I won't replace you for another one
I will not look for the other scum
Go on, go on, go on

Come on - break out the storm

That old tin with a rust

Loyal pork diesel
The bolts and the rivets crushed
To drive, we need no reason


An engine booms like a bell
Can you feel that hellish smell

When it will hit - it will kill
When it won't kill - it will whirr
Be cruel, my machine - machine - made in steel

Be cruel, my machine - machine - made in steel

I won't replace you for another one

I will not look for the other scum
Go on, go on, go on
Come on - break out the storm


My meat, obese machine
Fast like a weasel

It creaks, it screams, it grinds
This brute is unkind
When it won't kill - it will whirr

Machine - made in steel
When it won't kill - it will whirr
Machine - made in steel


I won't replace you for another one
I will not look for the other scum

Go on, go on, go on
Come on - break out the storm