Frank Shirts - Automatic Lyrics

Forty minutes after dawn
Any given Saturday
Sprinklers watering the lawns
Runoff rinsing all the dirt away
Keep searching for a great big fat pith metaphor

The sun is inching through the sky
Just like every other day
It cares nothing for time
Just got boxed in at an early age
Tiny robots idling in their tiny robot cars
As the sun gives way to other suns, as stars

Everything's a bore you think it's automatic
Question the reaction when you know it's automatic
Foment interruption to deny the automatic
Reject Automatic

Take a look at what's around
Hear the whisper in the shout
Slow the process down
Increase the in, cut down the out
Look inside and find your ancient aerial

Thoughts flow faster in the night
Wireless running through the stars
But we've felt safer in the light
Since we claimed that it was ours
We're tightly wound and complicated animals
Meaty computers with fragile, nervous transistors

Everything's a bore you think it's automatic
Question the reaction when you know it's automatic
Foment insurrection to deny the automatic
Reject Automatic