I’ve got my two-four in my trunk The roads are icy but I’m alright If I crash it don’t mean sh*t Cause if I don’t I’ll just fight all night If I can run I’ll run into you Because I’m a brainless human blight On the road is my favourite sport To have another drunken night to Roll your hot car in the ditch That’s Canada’s favourite sport Drink until you’re mindless To be the same and think you’re great Learn to hate what the Nazi’s hate Lungs black with nicotine Car stereo blasting Queen Burning rubber down the strip I know inside I’m the man that’s it If I can run I’ll run into you Because I’m a brainless human blight On the road is my favourite sport To have another drunken night to Roll your hot car in the ditch That’s Canada’s favouritе sport Drink until you’re mindless To be thе same and think you’re great And learn to hate what the Nazi’s hate And pretend you don’t have a brain I’ve got my two-four in my trunk The roads are icy but I’m alright If I crash it don’t mean sh*t Cause if I don’t I’ll just fight all night If I can run I’ll run into you Because I’m a brainless human blight On the road is my favourite sport To have another drunken night to Roll your hot car in the ditch That’s Canada’s favourite sport Drink until you’re mindless To be the same and think you’re great Learn to hate what the Nazi’s hate And su*k