Troubled Hubble Understanding Traffic
I'm light and I'm heavyI'm here when you're ready
Mentality's changed, but I stay the same
Not a bike, not a worm
I'm a car, I'm a germ
On the Highway (highway)
When your fist hits the wheel
To drive us to feel
And the animals think that we've got it all wrong
Oh the way that you shine
And spend all of your time on the highway
Forward reverse
This highway is cursed
'Til a hand is offered, by a nice man, who floats down
in his traffic copter
And he flies you away, like some famous pigeon
And you're glad that he did, so you change your
religion
And swing right into me, the moment you wait
Well that's the price you pay, for sleeping on your
break
I'm light and I'm heavy
I'm here when you're ready
Mentality's changed, but I stay the same
Not a bike, not a worm
I'm a car, I'm a germ
On the Highway (highway)
When your fist hits the wheel
To drive us to feel
And the animals think that we've got it all wrong
Oh the way that you shine
And spend all of your time on the highway
