Ride fucking free, forty below,
It's the car that kills the punk.
Pedal for momentum, feel the fucking 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 fucking conniption,
In their cages on wheels they fucking rot.And 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 shit '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 shit we've been sold.And we might be headed to 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 kills the punk.
Songwriters
CHRIS HANNAH, JORD SAMOLESKY, TODD KOWALSKI, DAVID GUILLASPublished by
Lyrics © MOTHERSHIP MUSIC PUBLISHING