Traffic - Remastered

Stop and go
Ad infinitum
Is there no end to this madness
I am losing my grip on reality
Why is it always so hard
To do something so simple
Like drive somewhere
In a decent amount of fucking time

Rubbernecking bastards
Trying to catch a glimpse
Of some carnage
To satisfy their internal bloodlust
Even something routine
Like someone changing a tire
Manages to back up roads for miles and miles

There's no end to this cycle
Repeating again and again
And it all gets compounded
By self important assholes
Who always need to be in front
They have no patience
And cause pileups
That just make everything worse

This never ending cycle
Of insanity
Is a product of our own creation
Wake up and the nightmare begins again
Time to face the morning traffic



Credits
Writer(s): Erin Ettinger
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