My Machine

Ready for whatever, ready for the norm

I just heard you on an old record

Save it for her mother, save it for a priest

Chatty Cathy hasn’t spoke for weeks

Going up, tumble down, I appreciate the reach around

Hold my machine, gasoline, my machine

Better for the never, better for the beat

I just heard an old man’s back creak

Save it for the devil, save it for the king

Little Miss No Name refuses to sing

Going up, tumble down, I appreciate the reach around

Hold my machine, gasoline, my machine