Primitive Rhythm Machine Lyrics

[CHORUS]
Primitive Rhythm Machine, it's the true, rhythm of
the natives, tho wholy rhythm. God creates, jungle
beats
Evil, only perverts.

[Verse 1]
African tribes, L.A. gangs, Australian natives
Europeans will know about
Salvation, the time has come to change your ways
Throw your conceptions out, look to people, not
yourself.
High and mighty, that's not right. God created all
things.

[BRIDGE]
That's all men.
That's all music.
That's everything

[CHORUS]

[Verse 2]
Glacial dwellers, South Americans, tribal people.
All men must know about
Salvation, the time has come to change your ways
All this music will all pass, it's just part of this
world.
God's music of all nations. All parts of God's
creation.

[BRIDGE]

[Verse 3]
Hard music, soft sounds, street beats,
Music crowds will know about.
Salvation, the time has come, to change your ways.
Look beyond a culture style, yourself on what's right.
You must turn around, to know your Creator.

[BRIDGE]

[INTERLUDE]
Heavy, music, rhythm, God's way.

[CHORUS]