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