Brett Carlsson - Civil Unrest lyrics

Honkers and weavers and ziggers and zaggers, Everyone's out of control on the road. Yonkers to Oakland, their taillights are broken, Their windows are tinted, mufflers corrode. Talking and texting – ooh, so arresting – The thousands of pixels they hold in their palm. Body Count Stan, statistical man, says, “Better than Qaeda could do with a bomb.”