歌曲名 The Beast (Song Of The Punch Press Operator) 歌手名 The Brothers Four

作词：

作曲：Mike Burkett

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