The Sandbags

Working overtime

These robots, they are demanding

It's not the air that keeps me standing

Built a car that drives

With bullshit and some believing

Cut my feet off and sewed on some wheels that really shine

Yeah!

Found the dotted line

Some crooks to represent me

It's not heaven, but at least I'm off the list

[Bridge]

Get your act together

Those shoes definitely don't match your face

Don't talk back, just do it again

Again, again, again

And again

One more time

So God says I'm leaving

Missed the call

That's just lack of reason

There's no hell below

So dead-set on our sense of things [?]

Leaves you shackled to the dross

Bow down to that wooden stick

Or prison cell

This road like a seesaw

Hurry back, you wanna see some more?