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letra de road bliss - worm quartet

late for work again, i don’t care
found a place where despair
never seems to find me
garfield hanging from my window
smiles at all the people
who are stuck beside me
crank down the window and crank up the ramones
to bother the yuppies who yap on their cell-phones
i’m stuck here in traffic, it’s my favorite place in the world

woah, gridlocked, we’ve been here for ages
everyone’s road rage is
at the point of bursting
crawling, 60 hours a milе
shake my head and smile
sirеns blare and birds sing
i seatbelt my neck ’til it can’t get no tighter
and write “bite my ass” on the dash with my lighter
a beautiful morning in my favorite place in the world

commuters blow their h-rns, and scream ’til their faces turn red
i know that half of them, are probably packing, and the other half soon will be dead
and i know i used to be like them, so full of gas-stomping watch-checking fury
but then i realized i don’t even wanna go where i’m going so
what the h-ll is my hurry?
the condition’s not improving
vast lines of unmoving
cavaliers and vipers
try to synchronize my music
with the rhythmic smooth tick
of my windshield wipers
people make faces all mean like ghadaffi
i smile and drink my cold burger king coffee
lean back in my seat for a mid-morning nap
i’ll probably be fired, i don’t give a cr-p
i’m stuck here in traffic, it’s my favorite place in the world
in the world, in the world

my favorite place in the world
in the world, in the world
my favorite place in the world
(all around the h-rns a-blowin’, the adrenaline is flowin’)
in the world, in the world
(and the air is black outside now, from the carbon monoxide now)
(getting there is half the fun, yeah, when your neighbor’s got a gun yeah)
my favorite place in the world
(if someone should blow my cheek off, i could probably take a week off)
(don’t cut off that drunkass redneck, with the fully loaded gun rack)
in the world, in the world
(cuz you’ll find yourself quite forlorn, when your small pet dog is airborne)
(barbara walters tells the story, makes it sound all bl–dy gory)
my favorite place in the world
(but didn’t that same stupid cow, also call straight edge a cult now?)
(work just brings me such despair)
(will the simple stress of travel, make society unravel?)
in the world, in the world
(yuppie fakers everywhere)
(on the freeway blood will flow now, it’s apocalypse to go now)
(cubicle walls haunt my dreams)
(all around the h-rns a-blowin’, the adrenaline is flowin’)
my favorite place in the world
(dilbert cartoons make me scream)
(and the air is black outside now, from the carbon monoxide now)
(when i’m stuck here in my car)
(getting there is half the fun, yeah, when your neighbor’s got a gun yeah)
in the world, in the world
(all the torment seems so far)
(if someone should blow my cheek off, i could probably take a week off)
(though it’s just six blocks away)
(don’t cut off that drunkass redneck, with the fully loaded gun rack)
my favorite place in the world
(doubt i’ll make it there today)
(cuz you’ll find yourself quite forlorn, when your small pet dog is airborne)
(work just brings me such despair)
(barbara walters tells the story, makes it sound all bl–dy gory)
in the world, in the world
(yuppie fakers everywhere)
(but didn’t that same stupid cow, also call straight edge a cult now?)
(cubicle walls haunt my dreams)
(will the simple stress of travel, make society unravel?)
my favorite place in the world
(on the freeway blood will flow now, it’s apocalypse to go now)
(dilbert cartoons make me scream)
(all around the h-rns a-blowin’, the adrenaline is flowin’)
(when i’m stuck here in my car)
in the world, in… in, the world, right, okay
(all the torment seems so far)
(and the air is black outside now, like a f-cking backstreet boy)

- worm quartet

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