The Machines Weren’t Talking

Mister Compressor, what you say?

Mister Grinder wants to play?

He wants to tear across my leg?

He wants me howlin OH MAN, FRIG!?

He makes throw him to the floor.

Makes me holler JESUS NO!

Mister Grinder blows sparks though

And where do you think his bloody sparks go?

In an open pail of gasoline so

I just felt her blow.

In Mister Compressor’s traveling show.

Now when he speaks, I listen.

Thank you, friend.

Barry out.