Traffic on a Sunday

Traffic on a sunday
Makes life like a monday
What are the fucker'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 fucker'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 fucking man
With his stupid fuckin' mower
Cuts his fuckin' grass
At half past 6
Stupid fuckin' woman
With her stupid fuckin' phone
Makes her fuckn' 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 fucker'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 fucker'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 fucker's
Doing on the road
Sunday driver won't be told
Coz he's full of shit
And thick as a brick



Credits
Writer(s): Steve Blaque
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