Automatic Fantastic Songtext
von Brant Bjork

When the needle hits wax, it won′t be long
You got your radio tuned but it won't play this song
It′s the sweetest sound you ever heard
When the metal flaked cherries, always pass the word


Rub your genie down and get the news
It's time to ride with the strange dudes
Suns up, we like it hot
We take our time 'cause it′s what we got

That man shakes me down and that′s why I'm broke
The rich man′s got all the green but it ain't the kind we smoke
So we turn up our rock, and we roll it slow
We′re always flying high
And the ride is always low

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