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Gob lyrics
License From A Cereal Box lyrics
it seems every time we're driving down the trans-canada #1
the traffic's growing worse everyday it doesn't really help
when there's a bozo at the wheel slowing down cutting people
off i don't think it's funny. hit the gas, hit the brakes,
in a traffic jam i think i'm late for work got your license
from a cereal box you don't know how to drive you're just a fucking jerk,
it never fails getting on there's always something going
wrong a lot of cars a lot of smog (well, not as much as l.a.)
it's pretty hazy when a blowout in a tire becomes
such a big desire for idiots to watch, slow down it makes me crazy.
think you know how i feel what i need is a new automobile
like the game spyhunter i could enjoy anyone
who would annoy set the missiles seek and destroy.
Other Gob lyrics:
For The Moment lyrics
I Hear You Calling lyrics
No Regrets lyrics
Everyone Pushed Down lyrics
Pinto lyrics
Looking For California lyrics
Sleepy Head lyrics
Ex-Shuffle lyrics
That's The Way lyrics
Been So Long lyrics
144 lyrics
Can I Resist lyrics
Desktop Breaking lyrics
The Perfect Remedy lyrics
236 E. Broadway lyrics
On These Days... lyrics
Self Appointed Leader lyrics
Beauville lyrics
What To Do lyrics
The Mend lyrics
Reign On Your Parade lyrics
Suds lyrics
Nothing New lyrics
Burying Your Past lyrics
Naked lyrics
Stand And Deliver lyrics
OK lyrics
Together lyrics
Things Happen All The Time lyrics
My Feelings lyrics
Extra, Extra lyrics
Lobster Boy lyrics
You're Too Cool lyrics
Bad Day lyrics
Fuck Them lyrics
Cleansing lyrics
Leave Me Alone lyrics
Open Your Eyes lyrics
Marlena lyrics
I Want You Back Baby lyrics
Asshole TV lyrics
Soda lyrics
Fido Dildo lyrics
Losing Face lyrics
I Don't Know lyrics
Censorshit lyrics
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