God made the automobile 

To pass all the pretty girls 

That smoke by the side of the road 

Their blues lovin' boys in tow 

To drive until the 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 

But 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 the forked toungue 

That prays on the waiting 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