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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 LA)
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 Spy-Hunter
I could enjoy anyone
Who would annoy
Set the missiles
Seek and destroy
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