Working overtime
These robots, they are demanding
It's not the air that keeps me standing

Built a car that drives
With bullshit and some believing
Cut my feet off and sewed on some wheels that really shine
Yeah!

Found the dotted line
Some crooks to represent me
It's not heaven, but at least I'm off the list

[Bridge]
Get your act together
Those shoes definitely don't match your face
Don't talk back, just do it again
Again, again, again
And again
One more time

So God says I'm leaving
Missed the call
That's just lack of reason
There's no hell below
So dead-set on our sense of things [?]
Leaves you shackled to the dross
Bow down to that wooden stick
Or prison cell
This road like a seesaw
Hurry back, you wanna see some more?