God Made The Automobile
God made the automobileTo pass all the pretty girlsThat smoke by the side of the roadTheir blues lovin' boys in towTo drive until the of the dayAnd bow to a borrowed flagBeside all the brave and the blindAnd men without men in mind
To pass all the things he madeBut then never bothered to nameAnd no one will tell the truthAnd no one will hide it from youLike birds around the grave
God made the automobileAnd i made a little boyTo pass all the blissfully youngThe snake with the forked toungueThat prays on the waiting for timeAnd makes in the sleepless wavesThe fear of the black and the jewAnd blood for the camera crewAnd passes the things he madeAnd then never bothers to nameAnd no one can tell the truthAnd no one can hide it from youLike birds around the grave