Automatic
Automatic its not me here half the time
Its Automatic yet Im forced to pay the price
The type of car, it is my choice
But where it goes, I have no voice
Yes I am my Fathers son... my Fathers son
Automatic its not me here half the time
Its Automatic yet Im fingered for the crime
Predetermined bugs somehow prevail
Selling things that arent for sale
Oh Yes I am my Fathers son yes I am
Its no excuse for all Ive done
But whos to say
What it shapes
What it creates
Automatic half the time Im not myself
Its Automatic caution should but never helps