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
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
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
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
The autopilot
The autopilot
The autopilot
The autopilot
1 | The Sweater Song |
2 | Pork And Beans |
3 | Buddy Holly |
4 | Perfect Situation |
5 | I Want You To |
6 | We Are All On Drugs |
7 | You Might Think |
8 | Beverly Hills |
9 | Jonas |
10 | Back To The Shack |