This machine kills fascists
That's what it was born to do
Shared time with Woody Guthrie
As the Oklahoma cold winds blew

They played each other for the people
Moving many a poor man's soul
Riding the fine line of the times
But not enough time to grow old

Feeling the pangs of hunger
In the knowledge of right and wrong
Took what was left out of rights best
And tuned it up in song

Where this machine kills fascists
Cause that's what it was born to do
Hung out with Woody Guthrie
For a time of two