don't need any bitches back home
they only leave us anyway
there is nothing left
that will hold us back
well oiled machines we roll
burning up with apathy
blasting down the road
don't tell us which way to go
stand in our way
and we'll run you down
don't want any new friends now
they all think that we're rich
nothing's free in life
not even a handout
well oiled machines we roll
burning up with apathy
blasting down the road
don't tell us which way to go
stand in our way
and we'll run you down
well oiled machines we roll
burning up with apathy
blasting down the road
don't tell us which way to go
stand in our way
and we'll run you down