I see you driving crazy on a crowded street

You got places to be and people to meet

Cameras out here record everything that moves

Hallucinations of a race you are gonna lose

Barreling thru traffic on busy avenues

Schmucks of the Road is a club you choose

A lady with her baby or an old guy with a cane

Thinking what’s for dinner or what’s that new pain

Stepping off the curb while reading a tweet

At any time of day kids are dashing thru the streets

Trying to drive fast on busy avenues

Schmucks of the Road is the club you choose

Speeding in traffic proves you’re short on clues

Lost in your own head on a personal bemuse

Driving like an ass has no real excuse

Killing for nothing gives you more than the blues

Running people over leaves more than a bruise

Schmucks of the Road is a club you choose