License From A Cereal Box
Gob
How Far Shallow Takes You (2000)

Room
Room for us, holy just champion ass driver
Stay in your own lane, you fucked ace
Oh, fuck you
Make room for me
(Oh man)
I'm the fastest here
Room
Seems every time we're driving down the Trans-Canada #1 the traffic's growing worse everyday
But 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
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, lot of cars, lot of smog
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

(x2) Hit the gas
Hit the brakes
In a traffic jam
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 (x2)