Motor cars, I hate `em,
Child-killing automatons,
Highly-polished chrome and steel,
Blockheads sitting at the wheel,
See them through the village fly,
I dearly hope they crash and die,
But sadly, when the bastards do,
They end up killing me and you.
Motor cars, I hate `em,
Child-killing automatons,
Seventy-five dead just last year,
And that's only in Staffordshire,
Thousands off to Kingdom Come,
It's bleeding worse than World War One.
Where is our youth, so dearly bought?
Down there under a juggernaut.
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