Title: Collision
Subtitle: The
Artist: Z-row
Album: Reason
Author: Z-row
Copyright:
Tabled by: DC
Instructions:
Notices: it's not very long but it's nice

Tempo: 120 BPM
Tracks: 3
Instruments:
Bars: 16

Lyric

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 don’t need all that shit we’ve been sold.
We might be headed for 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.