A Car That Drives

Working overtime

These robot’s they are demanding

It’s not the air that keeps me standing

Build a car that drives

On bullshit and some believing

Cut my feet off

And sewed on some wheels that really shine

And I found the party line

Some people to represent me

It’s not heaven but at least I’m on the list

Get your act together

That shirt definitely doesn’t match your face

Don’t talk back

Just do it again, and again, and again, and again

So god’s set on believing

Missеd the call

That’s called lack of reason

And you know it’s all

So dеad set on this reason

That makes you shackled to your drawers

Melt down to the picture box, prison cell

This road is like a seesaw

Hurry back I want to see some more