Last night I heard three real loud ricochets

From the police tech center at the top of my street

And then the morning after, brass band, they were unison

Jumping, shouting, all three thousand

Meanwhile I've been broke in twice

And had a maniac at door, swearing, 12:05 AM

And I really think this computer thing is getting outta hand

And I think this tech pilot isn't gonna land

Three quarters of mail destined for bin

Time to put an end to the extend of the boffin

Time we kick this compute garbage in, garbage out

And time to put a cap on this (Track is deserted)

With a brain, nice habit (All securities run forth of the perverted)

And I'm thinking of

Isn't coming down (Isn't gonna land)

On its purgatory band (Isn't gonna land)

Auto tech pilot

Isn't coming down (Isn't gonna land)

Jet isn't gonna land (Isn't gonna land)

Jet isn't gonna land (Isn't gonna land)

Took this instant pilot

Isn't coming down (Isn't gonna land)

Isn't coming down (Isn't gonna land)

Isn't coming down (Isn't gonna land)

Auto tech pilot

(Isn't coming down)