Lyrics:
all think,
Will they save us in the end, we're trembling on the brink.
Men's mighty mine-machines digging in the ground,
Stealing rare minerals
Back from the dead, this is the final calling
Hands grip the throat of the system
Against the grain
No more waiting for a change
Refuse to kneel
a leg, yeah
Magazines, wet dreams, dirty women on machines for me
Big licks, skin flicks, tricky dick's are my chemistry
Goin' against the grain
machine. My next hero's calling.
Who knows what he may bring to me?
Government intrusion, again.
Cultural illusion, offends.
Grain of sand in traffic
Boll weevil told the farmer
"You better treat me right
I'll eat up all of your cotton
Sleep in your grain rail tonight"
Boll weevil told
the frame
Use a high ASA
I Like the grain
Flip the script
Start to trip
Grabbed my hip
Did the dip
Rent a car
Go upstate
Hit the waterfall
Jump in a lake
Step
Wandered aimlessly
Through frozen hoping
Let us not flee formlessly
Let us not be grains for
Broken machine teeth
We are draining and lost
Invisible
J'suis qu'un grain de poussière,
Un grain de poussière,
Qui colle a tes bottines
Qui bloque la machine
Qui fait d'une ville un désert
Un grain de
machine and a kite fallen from grace
Inside every man is a heart of sand you can see it in his face.
He'll tick tick tick tick tick tick tick away.
Another
(Verse 1)
Cruisin' in the Benz, yeah, you know we ridin' clean,
AMG push start, it's a money machine.
Hotel rooms, five stars, every city we land,
your hand
Every lock and every key
Every moment a grain of sand
Would you drop
A megaton
To silence
The machine
Could you stand
To be outdone
By
Just a grain of sand on a thousand beaches
Just like dust in the wind
Try to understand why I go to pieces
Don't know where to begin
Got
The constellations change
When the future arrives
They'll replace me with machines
But everything remains the same
I'm nothing
In the world of everything
Of tiny
Yeah gold chain gold ring gold watch
Gold chain gold ring gold watch
Time machine trunk pop gripping grain parking lot
Gold chain gold ring gold
Money machine money machine money machine money machine money machine money machine money machine Money machine
I love to hear the sound of that been
machines agricoles
Une vallée silencieuse où les lapins vont à l'école
Là où je t'aime, le ciel n'a pas la même couleur
Là où je t'aime, tu peux toujours
You know how it go but
Please abstain from testing us
The album called The Golden Grain
DTP, watch the kids flow, step out the way
And let my man
grains of sand
Grains of sand
The new frontier shining in our eyes
Once was sea, now is the cloudy skies
Building all the machines
Feeding
a grain of sand we were
Just a grain of sand
Mean Machine
That´s all we are, to come clean
Mean Machine
And nothing there in between
We
With his convoy of threshing machines
Now what would make a man make a promise he can't keep?
A custom cutter crew could clear this harvest in a week
The great machine weaves through the night
c metal heart a rhythmic pulse
c symphony of gears in sight
The singing drones, a haunting lull
But
crosshairs and bloodshed
I'm going against the grain speeding
In the slow lane
I'm going against the grain issues with progression
Against the grain against
simply, you have no voice
You are being harvested like a grain
Your life is most likely lived in vain
With nothing to call your own but your thoughts
Quand ils explosent un fourgon Brinks sans peine au Tri-Nitro-Toluène
Les vices connus gênent la machine de l'état, les cabinets changent
Laissent la
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