Lyrics - Primitive Rhythm Machine by Mortification

CHORUSPrimitive
Rhythm
Machine, it's the true, rhythm ofthe 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.
BRIDGEThat's all men.
That's all music.
That's everything
CHORUSVerse 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.
BRIDGEVerse 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.
BRIDGEINTERLUDEHeavy, music, rhythm,
God's way.
CHORUS

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