Ride f**ing free, forty below, it's the car that k**s the punk.
Pedal for momentum, feel the f**ing vibe, blaze through traffic, burn the red, push my luck.
There's not much I need, I ride a single speed, my toque and mitts protect me from the freeze.
Hadron Collision.
I'm ripping through a cloud of exhaust.
A f**ing conniption, in their cages on wheels they f**ing rot.
I might be trapped in a world going backwards but nothing's in vain
Right now I'm happy just to clog up your lane.
There's not much I need, I'll leave you with your greed to wallow in your sh** ‘til you can't breathe.
A head-on collision, a species that's lost all control.
We'll learn by extinction: we don't need all that sh** we've been sold.
We might be headed for the brink of disaster but nothing's in vain
Right now I'm happy just to clog up your lane.
If all that I can do is just stay on the move
Keep a few cents from your grasp – that's all I need to prove.
I'll see you on the bus. It's the car that k**s the punk.