My sprockets teeth and my two feet creep,
through these cold dark filthy fucking city streets.
Motorists choke past by many gleaming spoke,
trapped in a steel box during peak hour.
How do you cope?
My sprockets teeth and my two feet creep,
through these cold dark filthy fucking city streets.
Motorists choke past by many gleaming spoke,
trapped in a steel box during peak hour.
How do you cope?