[Todd Kowalski]
Ride fucking free
Forty below
It's the car that kills the punk

Pedal for momentum
Feel the fucking vibe
Blaze through traffic
Burn the red, push my luck

There's not much I need
I ride a single speed
My toque and mitts protect me from the freeze

Hadron Collision
I’m ripping through a cloud of exhaust
A fucking conniption
In their cages on wheels they fucking rot

I might be trapped in a world going backwards
But nothing's in vain
Right now I'm happy just to clog up your lane

There's not much I need
I'll leave you with your greed
To wallow in your shit 'til you can't breathe
A head-on collision
A species that's lost all control
We'll learn by extinction
We didn't need all that shit we've been sold

We might be headed to the brink of disaster
But nothing's in vain
Right now I'm happy just to clog up your lane

If all that I can do
Is just stay on the move
Keep a few cents from your grasp
That's all I need to prove

I'll see you on the bus
It's the car that kills the punk