BEAST, THE

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Song Title
BEAST, THE
Writers
Publisher
MELODY TRAILS, INC. (BMI)
% Publisher Controls
100%
Territory Controlled
US AND CANADA
Themes/Keywords
Animals, Beast, dream, Grief, Job, Monsters, Steel, Teeth
Lyrics
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 long as I feed it a ration of steel.
And pitty the man who knows the grief that comes with the bite of that monster’s teeth.
Pitty the man who knows the grief that comes with the bite of that monster’s teeth.

Watch yer mitts at the start of the stroke it’s a repeat killer and will “go for broke”.
It should have been melted 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 a chance.

There ain’t no guards to slow up a man
Keep yer foot on the pedal and yer eye on the ram
If your hand should slip, who, the boss don’t shout
He buys new fingers as he throws you out
There’s plenty of slaves to feed the jaws
And the press don’t stop when there ain’t no cause.

There ain’t one man out on the press
That wouldn’t quit if jobs weren’t scarce
But a man has to have a daily meal
And the press must be fed its cold rolled steel
While deep inside remains the dream
That makes us the masters, not the machine

Recordings

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PETE SEEGER Folk Emotive, Intense Acoustic, Vocal 1960's Buy >

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