Traffic - Chad VanGaalen

You get stuck in traffic with your car and fall asleep
You dream about the future and that motherf**king lie
Underwater dreaming in the deep and darkest depths
And the solarpower cells keep the music pumping citywide
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 supersterile homes
And you wake up to the sound of a horn
That reminds you
That you're not dead