Make Them Wheels Roll

Things that you thought you'd be

Shake mediocrity, you know

Burbs or the streets

Doesn't matter where the crows don't eat

Where the crows don't feast

On the hungry and the weak

Click click, pen to the track

After this babe you can't go back, you know

'Cause if you ain't all that

Might as well have your bags by the door to go

Because you're on your own

Because you're on your own

(And they say)

Put me back together

Fix my broken mind

Make them wheels roll

Oh lord

Make them wheels roll

Back to the grind

Conform or redesign, you know

No place for a cog that thinks all on their own

Just flesh and bone

Oh just flesh and bone

(And they say)

Put me back together

Fix my broken mind

Make them wheels roll

Oh lord

Make them wheels roll

(And they say)

Put me back together

Fix my broken mind

Make them wheels roll

Oh lord

Make them wheels roll

Put me back together

Fix my broken mind

Make them wheels roll

Oh lord

Make them wheels roll

Put me back together

Fix my broken mind

Make them wheels roll

Oh lord

Make them wheels roll