Lyrics:

Ride fucking free, forty below, its the car that kills the punk.
Pedal for momentum, feel the fucking vibe, blaze through traffic, burn the red, push my luck.
Theres not much I need, I ride a single speed, my toque and mitts protect me from the freeze.

Hadron Collision.
Im 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 nothings in vain
Right now Im happy just to clog up your lane.

Theres not much I need, Ill leave you with your greed to wallow in your shit til you cant breathe.

A head-on collision, a species thats lost all control.
Well learn by extinction: we dont need all that shit weve been sold.
We might be headed for the brink of disaster but nothings in vain
Right now Im 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  thats all I need to prove.
Ill see you on the bus. Its the car that kills the punk.