Ride [bad word] free, forty below, 
 it's the car that kills the punk. 
 Pedal for momentum, feel the [bad word] 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. 
 [bad word] conniption, 
 in their cages on wheels they [bad word] 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 [bad word] 'til you can't breathe. 

 head-on collision, 
 a species that's lost all control. 
 We'll learn by extinction: 
 we don't need all that [bad word] 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