The sun is raised red in the sky
And the dust is in my eyes
There's a chlorophyllic emptiness
That makes my children cry
We're gonna break the machine down
Shoot the headlights out of the tractor
That's ploughing lines right through my house
Take that, Mr. Benefactor
The mountains bathing in the sky
Are snow lined - infinitely high
Tires wearing thin and balding
It's hot and my children cry
We're gonna break the machine down
Drive my family right on through the desert
My car keeps on breaking down
I'll try to forget about it
The bank is flying in the sun
Teeth glimmering like guns
The fields are teeming with the monsters
that keep tryin'a break my machine down
We're gonna break the machine down
Drive my family right off the bridge!
The trick is never to make a sound
Just bury yourself underneath