When I Wake At The Break Of The Morning
I Ingest My Two Fried Eggs
If A Grain Of The Salt Is Missing
Then I Go To The Store And Beg

Autopilot,
Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh, Yeah-yeah
I've Got To Get Off
The Autopilot,
Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh, Yeah-yeah,
It's Pissin' Me Off

When I Walk To The Park With My Doggies
I Collect All The Things They Leave
Then I Put Them Up Under The Microscope
And I'm So Impressed By What I See

There Is Passion In My Heartache, Heartache
Though I'm Trained To Stay In This State, This State
Ain't No Matter How Hard I Try, I Try
I Will Be Here Until I Die, I Die