Well, some things I'm built for fixin'   Make more sense to throw away   The touch of something human   What I really crave      Oh, just give me one thing   I can sink my heart into   Not another measure   Of these automatic blues, come on, come on      Well, the preacher preached the sermon   Sinners bow their heads   Sometimes I feel so alive   I wish I was dead      You might be on your back somewhere, baby   Too beaten up in your pew   Would Sunday lift the curtain   On the automatic blues? Come on      Hey, turn me on, turn me off   Turn me out, turn me on   I said, turn me off, turn me on   Turn me out, turn me on      I feel like a pair of sneakers   In a washing machine   I'm bouncing off the walls   Trapped in the heap      Goddamn, thermostat's gone crazy   I woke up with the flu   Wrapped up in a blanket   With the automatic blues, come on      Hey, come on   Get a hold on me   Get a hold on me   I want somebody to tell me   Where can my baby be