Automatic it's not me here half the time
It's Automatic yet I'm 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 Father's son- yes Iam
Automatic it's not me here half the time
It's Automatic yet I'm fingered for the crime
Predetermined bugs somehow prevail
Selling things that aren't for sale
Oh Yes I am my Fathers son? my Fathers son
It's no excuse for all I've done
But who's to say
What it shapes
What it creates
Automatic half the time I'm not myself
Its Automatic caution should but never helps
