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