License From A Cereal Box

[Intro: Chatter]
[?]
Come on!
Move [?]
[?] fuckface
Make room for [?]

[Verse 1]
It seems every time we're driving
Down the Trans-Canada Number 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

[Chorus]
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

[Verse 2]
It never fails getting on
There's always something going wrong
A lot of cars, a 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 "Spy Hunter"
I could enjoy anyone who would annoy
Set the missiles, seek and destroy

[Chorus]
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

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

[Outro: Guitar Riff from "Seek & Destroy" by Metallica]