Fall - Auto Tech Pilot Lyrics
Last night I heard 3 real loud ricochetsFrom the police tech center at the top of my streetAnd then the morning after, brass band in unisonJumping, shouting, all 3000Meanwhile Ive been broke in twiceAnd had a maniac at door, swearing, 12:05 amAnd I really think this computer thing is getting out of handAnd I think this tech pilot isnt going to landThree quarters of mail destined for beerTime to put an end, to the extendAll the bump menTime we cake thisCompute garbage in, garbage outAnd time to put a cap on thisWith a brain, nice habitAnd Im thinkin of...(track is desertedAll securities run forth of the perverted)Isnt gonna landOn its purgatory bandAuto tech pilotIsnt gonna landJet isnt gonna landTroll the instant pilotAuto tech pilotIsnt gonna land