Cunts in cars

Come in all shapes and guises;

Transit Van men of several sizes,

A boy racer with the cut off,

He aint no David Hasselhoff

Pushy parents on the school run

In a Jeep, that weighs several tonne

An angry toff in a four by four

Smoking out of his window door,

All of them are cunts in cars

Cunts in cars

On the daily commute

They act like its Beirut,

So quick to hoot

And spray your suit

Fuck youse cunts in cars

Cunts in cars

Send cyclists over handlebars

With their crash bars.

They act like despotic tsars,

Or coked up movie stars

When driving cars

Cunts in cars

Brakes jammed?

No. Pedestrians be damned.

With our range rover

We’ll run you over

Like its GTA Vice City,

For we have no pity,

Because we’re cunts in cars

Cunts in cars

Certainly aren’t born.

You might be sage,

But enter a car

And it fast becomes road rage

World now viewed with scorn

Fuck do you think you are?

Like all the other cunts in cars

Cunts in cars

On a mobile while driving,

They’re unwittingly contriving

To see some blood spilled.

Nobody wants to be killed

By a Fiat fucking Uno,

If only they’d take it slow

But not while there’s cunts and there’s cars