Headstrong, lazy
The tingle of the static
I drive an automatic
Sucker for luck, dear
And nothing too dramatic
I drive an automatic
I drive an automatic
I grow slower
Never grow up
This is havoc
But we can’t back up
Onwards and upwards
Our minds become nomadic
I drive an automatic
And it means nothing to me
(It’s close enough)
And it means nothing to you
(Not far enough)
When you look in from the outside
There’s nothing to see
Headstrong, lazy
The tingle of the static
I drive an automatic
No estimation
And nothing acrobatic
I drive an automatic
I drive an automatic
In the whirlwind
Mother of pearl kids
This is tragic
A modern classic
Straight onto paradise
Blinkers preventing panic
I drive an automatic
And it means nothing to me
(It’s close enough)
And it means nothing to you
(Not far enough)
When you look in from the outside
There’s nothing to see
(I’ll die before I’m automatic)
Just roll with me
Handbrake and slide
Feel nothing just ride
Slow sighs keep you high
And we glide
Just roll with me
Handbrake and slide
Feel nothing just ride
Slow sighs keep you high
Roll with me
Handbrake and slide
Feel nothing just ride
Slow sighs keep you high
And we glide
Just roll with me
Handbrake and slide
Feel nothing just ride
Slow sighs keep you high
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