Auto-Auto - 23 Nov

A service provided, solemn undivided A scream and a dream, for the lost souls of this earth A generation screaming for a purpose A secret pathway from the cradle to rebirth Marked by the masses heading for disaster Considred outlaws in the age of the nuclear bomb A generation screaming out for violence It's hard to handle when it hits to close to home chorus: Still you pray to a dying man I don't think I'll ever understand The storm won't shake us, the maker will make us A place we can rule on a bright and shimering star It is an ending fit for Cinderella They leave all the sinners deep in smoke and tar Then if the end comes build a boat Fill it up with the things they wrote Fill it up before we sink Stay in the boat just wait and pray Pray that the flood will come one day So you don't have the time to think