Текст: Nuno Bettencourt. All Automatic.

Here goes my life again
It's pretty plain, what a shame

Who'll win the race today
Haven't a chance
Play the game

Well I'm tired of thinking, of thinking, thinking
The warnings, the worries, the pressures
Forget it for a minute and....

Get automatic, get automatic
Move automatic, all automatic

I'm always punching in

Can't find the means to an end
Punch me out!

I like the cloud I'm on
Would rather ride #9

Well I'm tired of thinking, thinking, thinking
The warnings, the worries, the pressures
Forget it a for a minute and...

Get automatic, get automatic
Move automatic, all automatic