Auto Tech Pilot

Last night I heard 3 real loud ricochets
 From the place tech center at the top of my street
 And then the morning after, brass band in unison
 Jumping, shouting, all 3000
 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 out of hand
 And I think this tech pilot isn't going to land
 Three quarters of mail guest end for being
 Time to put an end, to extend
 All the bump men
 Time we cake this
 Compute garbage in, garbage out
 And time to put a cap on this
 With a brain, nice habit
 And I'm thinkin of...
 (Track is deserted
 All securities run forth of the perverted)
 Isn't gonna land
 On its purgatory band
 Auto tech pilot
 Isn't gonna land
 Jet isn't gonna land
 Troll the instant pilot
 Auto tech pilot
 Isn't gonna land