Chad VanGaalen - Traffic lyrics

You get stuck in traffic with your car and fall asleep You dream about the future and that motherf**ing lie Underwater dreaming in the deep and darkest depths And the solar-power cells keep the music pumping city-wide And you wake up To the sound of a horn As your head falls Against the wheel And now you're on your way to pick up groceries for your kids Carrots, frosted food in super giant sizes And everything gets wrapped in plastic, wax and styrofoam And it's perfectly in order for your super-sterile homes And you wake up To the sound of a horn That reminds you That you're not dead