Dangerous Machine

Lyrics

[Verse 1] There were six black Cadillacs Rolling through the night without a sound Headed for the walled estate On a hill, overlooking shantytown Somebody riding shotgun Someone watching carefully With a briefcase full of sorrow On its way to you and me [Chorus] It's a world of trouble It's an old routine It's a world of trouble It's a dangerous machine [Verse 2] There were six saints kneeling In a bombed-out church with no roof When it all came down Somehow they were bulletproof Yeah six saints kneeling In a hurricane In a world on fire In a burning rain [Chorus] It's a world of trouble It's an old routine It's a world of trouble It's a dangerous machine It's a world of trouble It's an old routine Such a world of trouble It's a dangerous machine It's a dangerous, dangerous machine