RoadRage Lyrics
(copyright Rockotunes Publishing)

Drive my car down to the city, when you cut me off

The fact you drive so bad’s a pity, you’re a massive jag-off

As you tool around in your gasoline car

Did you lose your mind in a vaseline jar

Are you drunk or stoned, or just a bloody jerk

‘cause it’s really not my fault your ass is late for work.

Speeding up on the expressway, like you own the road

Ridin’ my bumper’s not the best way, for you to grow old

If we’d met in a bar, i might think that you were nice

But inside your car, i could give you some advice

Just pull over and park, ‘cause the walk will do ya good

Driving in the dark, going faster than you should

Chorus:

I’d conduct a driving class, if you’d just run out of gas

I could take your keys and lock you in a cage

Have a cocktail molotov, as i pass and flip you off

See your name in the obituary page

Ignite the fire of my road rage

Bridge:

Lipstick, cell phone, and a coffee, puttin’ on make-up too

Though you’re really quite the juggler, can i please pass through

As you weave along, with your foot upon the gas

Then you slam your brakes, and i’m drivin’ up your ass

First you signal left, then decide to take a right

I can only pray that your car breaks down tonight