Don't Break This Rhythm

Don't break this rhythm. Don't break this motion. All this momentum keeps steaming through. Across the cornfields, to all the marshland. There's nothing gonna stop this thing. Clear the trees, Burn the brushwood. Bring the diggers in, I'm gonna move this earth. Lay the big stones, put down the sleepers. Pour the steel in, I will beat this land. Don't care how but I'm coming through here. Whatever it takes. Oh, don't break this rhythm. Don't break this motion. We work together in sympathy. Don't break this rhythm. Don't break this motion. We work together in sympathy. Don't break this rhythm. Don't break this motion. We work together in sympathy. Don't break this rhythm. Don't break this motion. We work together in sympathy. Right through these fences. Cut through the stone walls. Dig out the tunnels from a solid storm. There she is, But so surrounded. All those fancy men with soft white hands. Come all this distance, that should be me there. Whatever it takes. Oh, don't break this rhythm. Don't break this motion. We work together in sympathy. Don't break this rhythm. Don't break this motion. We work together in sympathy. Don't break this rhythm. Don't break this motion. We work together in sympathy. Don't break this rhythm. Don't break this motion. We work together in sympathy. Don't break this rhythm. Don't break this motion. We work together in sympathy. Don't break this rhythm. Don't break this motion. We work together in sympathy.