Our time is run by batteries.
Our clock is run,
the hands are spun,
our clock is run by batteries.
Our mode is run by batteries.
Our car is running,
the nodes are stu ning,
our car is run by batteries.
Our life is run by batteries.
Our pa e maker makes,
before our h art quakes,
our life is run by batteries.
Our re igion is run by batteries.
Bobble Jesus bobs,
and f t Buddah blobs,
religion is run by batteries.
This line is run by batteries.
The words are coming,
forever drum ing,
this lin is r n on ba te i s.. . .
