I've walked this road, a thousand times before It just breaks down on me, mazda machinery A rusted shell from, nineteen eighty four And so i try to find, inside my feeble mind A way, to fix my mistakes Oh my god, My innocent fascade There's no appologies, for all the pieces that are found And i still believe, There's somethin up my sleeve It just left my transmission on the ground Replacement parts, aren't always hard to find Cause there's a million more, down on the basement floor The perfect time, to leave it all behind Drove it into the ground, it makes a funny sound So then, i'll turn it on again I haven't much to say today Cause you want me to throw it all away And everytime, i think i'm doin fine You find some other way, to break apart today