Lyrics:

I'm in the chamber
Of the tin can man
I kept the sprinkler
From draining my dam

I used induction
To reveal
New assumptions
From old spiel

And photocell keeps rolling
Storing every motion
Reducing me

I grabbed the tiller
On the big steam wheel
I kicked the throttle
The brakes squealed
I flew the flannel
And said feel
I flew the flannel
And said c'mon, feel