God Made the Automobile
God made the automobile to pass all the pretty girls
That smoke by the side of the road, their blues loving boys in tow
To drive till the end of the day and bow to a borrowed flag
Beside all the brave and the blind, and men without men in mind
To pass all the things He made and then never bothered to name
And no one will tell the truth, and no one will hide it from you
Like birds around the grave
God made the automobile and I made a little boy
To pass all the blissfully young, the snake with a forked tongue
To praise on the wanting for time, and makes in the sleepless waves
The fear of the Black and the Jew, and blood for the camera crew
And passes the things he made and then never bothers to name
And no one can tell the truth, and no one can hide it from you
Like birds around the grave