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