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