13 Engines - Perpetual Motion Machine Lyrics
(jim hughes)Perpetual motion machine, it came to me in a dreamLets catch some air, thats if you dareIm only sixteen but youre my queenIts a bright, bright morning, the road stretches farThe corn on the right, the wheat on the leftTheres a hill up ahead, lets catch some airPerpetual motion machine, I picked up a magazinePoor aimless, poor aimless, poor aimless meAimlesslyNow look at the fireball extinguish the sunMy daddy would perish if only he knewHundred and forty, air feeds the fire