Traffic on a sunday
Makes life like a monday
What are the f*cker's
Doing on the road
Sunday driver won't be told
Coz he's full of shit
And thick as a brick
Dancer on a TV screen
Got a body that moves to the beat machine
In a way that I like it
That's good
Fighter with the bloodied face
Got cuts on his eyes
Takes a look around him
Then he dies
Benny Paret
Radiator's hot
4 people shot
2 on thursday
1 on friday
Don't ask me when the other bit the dust
Coz my radiator's hot
I gotta get to the shop I do
Traffic on a sunday
Makes life like a monday
What are the f*cker's
Doing on the road
Sunday driver won't be told
Coz he's full of shit
And thick as a brick
When yer mum says hi
And you say bi
Then you're healthy
Yeah yer healthy
When the car you drive
Makes all them guys
Wanna kill
Then yer healthy
Yer healthy
Stupid f*cking man
With his stupid f*ckin' mower
Cuts his f*ckin' grass
At half past 6
Stupid f*ckin' woman
With her stupid f*ckin' phone
Makes her f*ckn' noise
Now yer all alone
Didn't you kill yer mother
Didn't you kill yer brother
Didn't you kill yer sister
Didn 't you kill yer father
Life on earth is hell give me a sabotage shell
Pretty little lady
With the long dark hair
Got oriental eyes
To hide that disguise
She's in love
With a married man
Actor moves his head
Like a horses head in bed
Screams out in vain
You don't feel the pain
You don't feel the pain
Traffic on a sunday
Makes life like a monday
What are the f*cker's
Doing on the road
Sunday driver won't be told
Coz he's full of shit
And thick as a brick
Traffic on a sunday
Makes life like a monday
What are the f*cker's
Doing on the road
Sunday driver won't be told
Coz he's full of shit
And thick as a brick
Traffic on a sunday
Makes life like a monday
What are the f*cker's
Doing on the road
Sunday driver won't be told
Coz he's full of shit
And thick as a brick
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Traffic on a sunday
Makes life like a monday
What are the f*cker's
Doing on the road
Sunday driver won't be told
Coz he's full of shit
And thick as a brick
Dancer on a TV screen
Got a body that moves to the beat machine
In a way that I like it
That's good
Fighter with the bloodied face
Got cuts on his eyes
Takes a look around him
Then he dies
Benny Paret
Radiator's hot
4 people shot
2 on thursday
1 on friday
Don't ask me when the other bit the dust
Coz my radiator's hot
I gotta get to the shop I do
Traffic on a sunday
Makes life like a monday
What are the f*cker's
Doing on the road
Sunday driver won't be told
Coz he's full of shit
And thick as a brick
When yer mum says hi
And you say bi
Then you're healthy
Yeah yer healthy
When the car you drive
Makes all them guys
Wanna kill
Then yer healthy
Yer healthy
Stupid f*cking man
With his stupid f*ckin' mower
Cuts his f*ckin' grass
At half past 6
Stupid f*ckin' woman
With her stupid f*ckin' phone
Makes her f*ckn' noise
Now yer all alone
Didn't you kill yer mother
Didn't you kill yer brother
Didn't you kill yer sister
Didn 't you kill yer father
Life on earth is hell give me a sabotage shell
Pretty little lady
With the long dark hair
Got oriental eyes
To hide that disguise
She's in love
With a married man
Actor moves his head
Like a horses head in bed
Screams out in vain
You don't feel the pain
You don't feel the pain
Traffic on a sunday
Makes life like a monday
What are the f*cker's
Doing on the road
Sunday driver won't be told
Coz he's full of shit
And thick as a brick
Traffic on a sunday
Makes life like a monday
What are the f*cker's
Doing on the road
Sunday driver won't be told
Coz he's full of shit
And thick as a brick
Traffic on a sunday
Makes life like a monday
What are the f*cker's
Doing on the road
Sunday driver won't be told
Coz he's full of shit
And thick as a brick
Makes life like a monday
What are the f*cker's
Doing on the road
Sunday driver won't be told
Coz he's full of shit
And thick as a brick
Dancer on a TV screen
Got a body that moves to the beat machine
In a way that I like it
That's good
Fighter with the bloodied face
Got cuts on his eyes
Takes a look around him
Then he dies
Benny Paret
Radiator's hot
4 people shot
2 on thursday
1 on friday
Don't ask me when the other bit the dust
Coz my radiator's hot
I gotta get to the shop I do
Traffic on a sunday
Makes life like a monday
What are the f*cker's
Doing on the road
Sunday driver won't be told
Coz he's full of shit
And thick as a brick
When yer mum says hi
And you say bi
Then you're healthy
Yeah yer healthy
When the car you drive
Makes all them guys
Wanna kill
Then yer healthy
Yer healthy
Stupid f*cking man
With his stupid f*ckin' mower
Cuts his f*ckin' grass
At half past 6
Stupid f*ckin' woman
With her stupid f*ckin' phone
Makes her f*ckn' noise
Now yer all alone
Didn't you kill yer mother
Didn't you kill yer brother
Didn't you kill yer sister
Didn 't you kill yer father
Life on earth is hell give me a sabotage shell
Pretty little lady
With the long dark hair
Got oriental eyes
To hide that disguise
She's in love
With a married man
Actor moves his head
Like a horses head in bed
Screams out in vain
You don't feel the pain
You don't feel the pain
Traffic on a sunday
Makes life like a monday
What are the f*cker's
Doing on the road
Sunday driver won't be told
Coz he's full of shit
And thick as a brick
Traffic on a sunday
Makes life like a monday
What are the f*cker's
Doing on the road
Sunday driver won't be told
Coz he's full of shit
And thick as a brick
Traffic on a sunday
Makes life like a monday
What are the f*cker's
Doing on the road
Sunday driver won't be told
Coz he's full of shit
And thick as a brick
Writer: Steve Blaque
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