Hadron Collision

Ride ******* free, forty below, it’s the car that kills the punk. Pedal for momentum, feel the ******* 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 ******* conniption, in their cages on wheels they ******* rot. 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 **** ‘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 **** we’ve been sold. We might be headed for 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.