โหลดเพลง mp3 The Beast (Song of the Punch Press Operator) - The Brothers Four

The Beast (Song of the Punch Press Operator) - The Brothers Four
I got a job in a factory

Feeding a beast that don't like me
It don't give a darn about how I feel

As long as I feed it its ration of steel

And pity the man who knows the grief

That comes with the bite of that monster's teeth

Pity the man who knows the grief

That comes with the bite of that monster's teeth

Watch your mitts at the start of the stroke
It's a re-peat killer, and will go for broke
It shoulda been melted 'bout twenty years back
But it feeds the boss and he loves that snack

Oh, Beast, spare my hands
I'll use them to slay you if I get the chance

Oh, Beast, spare my hands

I'll use them to slay you if I get the chance

There ain't no guards to slow up a man
Keep your foot on the pedal and your eye on the ram
If your hand should slip, why the boss don't shout
He just buys new fingers as he throws you out
There's plenty of hands to feed the jaws

The press don't stop when there ain't no cause

There's plenty of hands to feed the jaws

The press don't stop when there ain't no cause

There ain't one man out on the press

Who wouldn't quit if jobs weren't scarce
But a man has to have his daily meal
And that Beast's gotta have its cold rolled steel

Deep inside remain the dreams

That make us the masters of the machines
While deep inside remain the dreams

That make us the masters of the machines

Well, now, I got a job in a factory

Feeding a beast that don't like me
It don't give a darn about how I feel

As long as I feed it its ration of steel

Long as I feed it its ration of steel