Canada’s Favourite Sport

I’ve got my two-four in my trunk
The roads are icy but I’m alright
If I crash it don’t mean shit
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 shit
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 suck