We don't touch that machine
Cause once you get your finger in
It will swallow you complete
It will strip you to the skin
It will grind you like the miller grinds the wheat
Like the miller
And it turns you out a corpse
Or a killer
Get that draft card in your hand
And you've started down the chute
That will change you from a man
To a nothing in a suit
It will grind you like the miller grinds the wheat
Like the miller
And it turns you out a corpse
Or a killer
It's a well made machine
And it works with magic skill
To turn glowing human souls
Into plastic set to kill
It will grind you like a miller grinds the wheat
Like the miller
And it turns you out a corpse
Or a killer
It is run for the rich
And it swallows up the poor
And it turns them into contracts
With the dividends secure
And it grinds you like the miller grinds the wheat-
As of old
And the corpses are of cold
Solid gold
