[G5 - D5 - Em] [3D SOUNDSTAGE] [ARTICULATE STEREO FIELD] [Intro - Heavy reverb, Echo, Catchy, steady drum beat, Grinding distorted guitar and bass] [Verse 1] I'm the sodding king of this bleedin' road, Tailgaters, wankers all, in this shitshow. With their lights, blinding my arse, I'm the boss, takin' my time, ain't got no class. [Chorus] Rush hour, rush hour, what's the bloody rush? I'm the boss, in the slow lane, I'll make you crush. With your intimidation, piss off, mate, I'm here to watch your head explode, ain't that great? [Verse 2] Weaving like you're in a bloody race, But I'm the calm in your storm, ain't that a disgrace? You're boiling, your face's red, But I'm the punk of this road, watch you go mad. [Chorus] Rush hour, rush hour, why the hurry, you twit? I'm the boss, in the slow lane, here to submit. With your shouting, your rage, oh what a laugh, I'm here to bathe in your anger, on your behalf. [Bridge] Bumper stickers, fingers up, oh what a scene, I've got my punk anthems, you're just steam. You honk, you tailgate, like it'll do a thing, But I'm the anarchy of this road, I'm your sting. [Verse 3] You touch my bumper, you think you're tough? But I'm just sneering, had enough. With your haste, your rush, you're all fools, I've got all bloody day to watch you lose your cool. [Chorus] Rush hour, rush hour, why speed, you prat? I'm the boss, in the slow lane, where's your hat? With your games, your threats, oh so pathetic, But I'm the king of patience, you're just frenetic. [Outro] Keep your rage, keep your speed, it's all bollocks, I'll be here, the punk lord, in this traffic box. In the slow lane, where I'll forever reign, Ruling with anarchy, over this bloody pain.
