Gob - License From A Cereal Box lyrics

rate me

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.