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
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 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
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 And this is what the apocalypse will sound like
 But it will be loud as a mushroom cloud
 It will sound like final jeopardy
 But somehow be ghostly like a glockenspiel
 Like the testing of bombs or the tapping of stiletto heels
 It will sound like jazz
 Jazz, jazz, jazz
 Jazz on the autobahn
 It will 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 7Up
 While the sheriff tapped his coffee cup to a distant beat, kinda like
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 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 five 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
 And 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
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 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