Well Oiled Machines

Don't need any bitches back home

They leave us anyway

There is nothing left

That will hold us back

Well oiled machines we roll

Burning up in apathy

Blasting down the road

Don't tell us which way to go

Stand in our way

And well run you down

Don't want any new friends now

They all think that were rich

Nothings free in life

Not even a handout