Cars Fly

Cars fly on black open roads
Their engines moan like angered toads
Maybe they know just where they are going
Maybe they are just lost without knowing

Their engines feed on government oil
Forgetting about all the green grass and soil
Drivers pay no mind to the wonders of life
They're busy stabbing Earth with an invisible knife

Cars with no limits, roads with no end
They say CO2 is a marvelous friend
Gunky gas guzzlers alive on the town
They get satisfaction driving 'round and 'round

Dim lights supposedly show them their path
But they don't illuminate the underlying wrath
Of a timeless, rhyme-less undying fact
That life is one giant comical act

People of the world think life is too tough
Loving is easy,, it's spreading it that's rough
Spiritual magicians, wizards, warlocks
They've found the key to open the box

This box traps all good feelings inside
Hop on their bus, you'll enjoy the ride