Letras
People seem nice
Until they drive their car
Jumping through lanes
As they reach for the stars
Can't hear your horn
Can't see your finger
It's not my fault
We have to linger
Kissing my tail
Horns blowing near and far
Cars passing by
Like Mad Max on black tar
Can't hear your horn
Can't see your finger
It's not my fault
We have to linger
Horn
Horn
Horn
Can't hear your horn