License from a Cereal Box - 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