Hadron Collision Propagandhi

[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