It seems every time we're driving down the trans-canada #1
The traffic's growing worse everyday it doesn't really help
When there's a bozo at the wheel slowing down cutting people
Off i don't think it's funny. hit the gas, hit the brakes,
In a traffic jam i think i'm late for work got your license
From a cereal box you don't know how to drive you're just a fucking jerk,
It never fails getting on there's always something going
Wrong a lot of cars a lot of smog (well, not as much as l.a.)
It's pretty hazy when a blowout in a tire becomes
Such a big desire for idiots to watch, slow down it makes me crazy.
Think you know how i feel what i need is a new automobile
Like the game spyhunter i could enjoy anyone
Who would annoy set the missiles seek and destroy.
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