(Verse 1) Boot on asphalt. Nice and slow. Hear the high-speed psycho blow. Spandex wrapper. Total tool. Thinks he wrote the walking rules. "ON YOUR LEFT!" A senior screams. Shattering my peaceful dreams. Ditched the sidewalk. Hit the dirt. Another inch and I’d be hurt. (Chorus) Bike bell bastards from morning to dark! Bike bell bastards taking over the park! Bike bell bastards ringing their bell! Bike bell bastards can go to hell! (Verse 2) Ring-ring! Ring-ring! Out of the way! The Tour de Park is on today. Carbon killer. Sixty grand. Dictator of the public land. Staring down a barking pup. Shut your mouth and just shut up! Want a racetrack? Use the street. This public track belongs to human feet. (Chorus) Bike bell bastards from morning to dark! Bike bell bastards taking over the park! Bike bell bastards ringing their bell! Bike bell bastards can go to hell! (Bridge) It’s our path! Not your lane! Sick of dealing With your brain! Thumb-latch twitching, Full of spite, Get the hell Out of my sight! (Guitar Solo - Shredding, chaotic, feedback-heavy) (Chorus) Bike bell bastards from morning to dark! Bike bell bastards taking over the park! Bike bell bastards ringing their bell! Bike bell bastards can go to hell! (Outro) Ring-ring! Trash! Ring-ring! Smash the bell! Two-wheeled trash! Bike bell bastards! GO TO HELL! (Spit on the ground, amp feedback rings out)
