Automobile
There's a narcissistic animal
Strapped into my engine
His masticating mandible
Snapped under my wheel

There's a narcissistic animal
Strapped into my engine
His masticating mandible
Snapped under my wheel

Three a.m
One hundred fifteen miles an hour
VHSes loaded
Diet coke and Face the Nation

My body's heating up
Burning up but I won't let it
Scorching, extinguishing
The impulse that I've got

Defcon 3, sudden contact
Hold on, there's nothing you can do
After second two
It's automatic
My automobile
It's the razor ship pop gun
Titanium violent
I'd like to resist

My automobile
My automobile
My automobile
My automobile

This chemical condition
Has fucked up this tradition
Overloaded senses march
Cylinder is shot

This chemical condition
As far as evolution
You opened up the hood
And now my ceiling is the floor

My automobile
My automobile
My automobile (automobile)
My automobile
My automobile
My automobile (automobile)
My automobile
My automobile