Lyrics Freeway Psycho - Smut Peddlers

The avenger of the rush hour is who I am
All commuters in this city are eternally damned
Your drive home can be just like a tour in Vietnam
If I'm near you when you're stuck inside a traffic jam
Monday through Friday working nine to five
Psycho on the freeway try to stay alive

"Feelin' Irie" logos stuck all over your Jeep
You're a wannabe surfer and a snowboardin' creep
You overfilled your gas tank and it started to seep
When I light it on fire you'll know you're in too deep
Monday through Friday working nine to five
Psycho on the freeway try to stay alive

Frustrated bisexual from the middle class
Put the pedal to the metal when I try to pass
I hope you get pulled over or run out of gas
But I'd rather smash your windshield in and kick your ass
Monday through Friday working nine to five
Psycho on the freeway try to stay alive

"Bad Boy Club" sticker on the back of your truck
Another says "No Fear", now you're pressing your luck
You're caught up in a rat race out to make a buck
If you got your head blown off I wouldn't give a fuck
Monday through Friday working nine to five
Psycho on the freeway try to stay alive

Beemer driving yuppie on a cellular phone
Your life is like an episode of the twilight zone
When you see me you will realize you're all alone
As my hatchet takes your arm off at the shoulder bone
Monday through Friday working nine to five
Psycho on the freeway try to stay alive

You are in the diamond lane in an Infinity
Racing home to watch grunge rock on Mtv
I will react like a black on crack and PCP
You'll be sorry that you pulled out right in front of me
Monday through Friday working nine to five
Psycho on the freeway try to stay alive