Primitive Rhythm Machine Lyrics

Primitive Rhythm Machine,
It's the true, rhythm of
The natives, tho wholy rhythm.
God creates, jungle beats
Evil, only perverts.

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.

That's all men.
That's all music.
That's everything

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.

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.

Heavy, music, rhythm, God's way.