Sanoja: Iron & Wine. God Made The Automobile.

God made the automobile to pass all the pretty girls

The smoke by the side of the road, the blues lovin' boys in tow

To drive to the end of the day and bow to a borrowed flag

To ride all the brave and the blind, and men without men in mind



To pass all the things He made and then never bothered to name

And no one will tell the truth, and no one will hide it from you

Like birds around the grave



God made the automobile and I made a little boy

To pass on the blissfully young, the snake with a forked tongue

To praise on the wanting for time, and makes in the sleepless waves

The fear of the Black and the Jew, and blood for the camera crew



And passes the things He made and then never bothered to name

And no one can tell the truth, and no one can hide it from you

Like birds around the grave