Jazz on the Autobahn

The sheriff disappeared

He drove in a doomed Corvette

Helen was in the passenger seat eating melon and spitting out the seeds

Feeling happy to be alone but still turning a saxophone

As cold as stone kinda like

Ooh ooh-ooh

Ooh ooh-ooh

She said this is what the apocalypse will look like

A tornado with human eyes

Poisoned birdbaths and torrents of chemical rain

Like the heads of state hyperventilating in clouds of methane

Sundown on the human heart

And this is what the apocalypse will sound like

But it will be loud as a mushroom cloud

It'll sound like Final Jeopardy

But somehow be ghostly like a glockenspiel

Like the testing of bombs or the tapping of stiletto heels

It'll sound like jazz

Jazz, jazz, jazz

Jazz on the Autobahn

It'll sound like jazz

Jazz, jazz, jazz

Jazz on the Autobahn

The sheriff disagreed

He tried to make the distinction between death and extinction

They stopped off at a place called Hamburger Heaven to grab a bite to eat

But Helen had no appetite, she just drank a 7 Up

while the sheriff tapped his coffee cup to a distant beat

Kind of like

Ooh ooh-ooh

Ooh ooh-ooh

It won't look like those old frescoes, man, I don't think so

There will be no angels with swords, man, I don't think so

No jubilant beings in the sky above, man, I don't think so

And it won't look like those old movies neither

There will be no drag racing through the bombed out streets neither

No shareholders will be orbiting the earth, man, neither

It will be hard to recognize each other through our oxygen masks

The successful sons of businessmen will set their desks on fire

While 5-star generals of the free world weep in the oil choked tide

It won't sound like jazz

Jazz, jazz, jazz

Jazz on the Autobahn

It won't sound like jazz

Jazz, jazz, jazz

Jazz on the Autobahn

They agreed to disagree

They zoomed off in a doomed Corvette

The sheriff couldn't recall feeling this way his entire life

As he drove through the principalities of unreality

On the run with somebody else's wife

The heiress of Texas oil

Ooh ooh-ooh

What is freedom? He thought

Is it to be empty of desire?

Is it to find everything

I've lost or have been in search of?

Or is it to return to the things

To which there is no more returning?

Does it feel like jazz?

Jazz, jazz, jazz

Jazz on the Autobahn

Does it feel like jazz?

Jazz, jazz, jazz

Jazz on the Autobahn

Does it feel like jazz?

Jazz, jazz, jazz

Jazz on the Autobahn

Does it feel like jazz?

Jazz, jazz, jazz

Jazz on the Autobahn

Does it feel like jazz?

Jazz, jazz, jazz

Jazz on the Autobahn

Does it feel like jazz?

Jazz, jazz, jazz

Jazz on the Autobahn