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And the sirens sing

Bring us the day they switch off the machines
'Cause men in yellow jackets putting adverts inside my dreams
An automated song

I was driving home in a Dodge Stratus
To the contaminated side of town
Where the shortwave radio playing
Songs of the century
And a big black cloud

Punch-Drunk Punk Rock Romance

Every Time I Die

Last Night in Town

2001

Pressed the seven sequenced silver panic buttons,
The distress calls that fall on a distracted short-wave signal.
A metronome timed to my panic

And the sirens sing
Bring us the day they switch off the machines
'Cause men in yellow jackets putting adverts inside my dreams

An automated song and the whole