I've got the power of 100 horses...
I'd really be much better on top of one.
Sitting here surrounded by traffic.
Locked in a stationary sardine tin!
I'm in a rage with everything on the road,
cars & pedestrians in my way.
There's nothing as important as to get to where I'm going.
I'm READY TO KILL than to stay here all day!
There's nothing but sh*t on the radio.
Seems like hours since I left the drive.
Mutter "C'MON" as I'm crawling forward.
Impotent - not free, I will never arrive!
Break off down a side street, foot to the floor.
Wondering - have I been here before?
I'm on two wheels as I slam round corners...
Gap in sight - no in a jam once more!