Why do the leaves leave the trees in the wintertime?
Is there ever a season when they don't want to go?
I believe the little silver machines will never lie
I can also see what they'll never know
Gee, Kennedy got kicked in the a** a couple of times
For his impersonation of a crow
I was running free in the autumn breeze of cracker night
Hypnotized bugs fly in the barbecue glow
Lose yourself now and everything coming
Feels imperative
Everything in my life is coming true
Talking expected
If people take the checkered flag they wouldn't know
Feelings invented
The silver machines that stand in the shadow will spot light
They generate your head
I remember deep, penny sea, and black white
Poets didn't move too fast and their words have grown
Now a young man I know lives and breathes on a technical high
And he really believes he is Axel Rose
The music machine is a who*e you can have a million times
Dependably it makes you move too fast or slow
I'd rather be left with a rain siren sound to rationalize
Coming up the rails up the road to your bedroom show
Lose yourself now and everything coming
Feels inherited
Everything in my life is coming true
Talking expected
If people take the checkered flag they'd never know
Feelings invented
The silver machines that stand in the shadow will spot light
The generator head