Jazz On the Autobahn

The sheriff disappeared He drove in a doomed Corvette Helen was in the passenger seat Eating melon and spitting out the seeds Feeling happy to be alone but still Turning a saxophone as cold as stone, kinda like She said, "This is what the apocalypse will look like" A tornado with human eyes Poisoned birdbaths and torrents of chemical rain Like the heads of state hyperventilating in clouds of methane Sundown on the human heart And this is what the apocalypse will sound like But it will be loud as a mushroom cloud It will sound like final jeopardy But somehow be ghostly like a glockenspiel Like the testing of bombs or the tapping of stiletto heels It will sound like jazz Jazz, jazz, jazz Jazz on the autobahn It will sound like jazz Jazz, jazz, jazz Jazz on the autobahn The sheriff disagreed He tried to make the distinction between death and extinction They stopped off at a place called Hamburger Heaven to grab a bite to eat But Helen had no appetite, she just drank a 7Up While the sheriff tapped his coffee cup to a distant beat, kinda like It won't look like those old frescoes, man I don't think so There will be no angels with swords, man I don't think so No jubilant beings in the sky above, man I don't think so And it won't look like those old movies neither There will be no drag racing through the bombed out streets neither No shareholders will be orbiting the earth, man neither It will be hard to recognize each other through our oxygen masks The successful sons of businessmen will set their desks on fire While five star generals of the free world weep in the oil-choked tide It won't sound like jazz Jazz, jazz, jazz Jazz on the autobahn It won't sound like jazz Jazz, jazz, jazz Jazz on the autobahn They agreed to disagree And they zoomed off in a doomed Corvette The sheriff couldn't recall feeling this way his entire life As he drove through the principalities of unreality On the run with somebody else's wife The heiress of Texas oil What is freedom? He thought Is it to be empty of desire? Is it to find everything I've lost or have been in search of? Or is it to return to the things to which there is no more returning? Does it feel like jazz? Jazz, jazz, jazz Jazz on the autobahn Does it feel like jazz? Jazz, jazz, jazz Jazz on the autobahn Does it feel like jazz? Jazz, jazz, jazz Jazz on the autobahn Does it feel like jazz? Jazz, jazz, jazz Jazz on the autobahn Does it feel like jazz? Jazz, jazz, jazz Jazz on the autobahn Does it feel like jazz? Jazz, jazz, jazz Jazz on the autobahn