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