Текст (слова) песни: Gob - License From A Cereal Box
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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