License From a Cereal Box Songtext
von Gob

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.