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Damn this traffic jam, how I hate to be late, it hurts my motor to go so slow. Damn this traffic jam, time I get home my supper'll be cold, damn this traffic jam. Well I left my job about 5 o'clock, it took fifteen minutes go three blocks, Just in time to stand in line with a freeway looking like a parking lot. Damn this traffic jam, how I hate to be late, it hurts my motor to go so slow. Damn this traffic jam, time I get home my supper'll be cold, damn this traffic jam. Now I almost had a heart attack, looking in my rear view mirror, I saw myself the next car back, looking in the rear view mirror, about to have a heart attack, I said, damn this traffic jam, how I hate to be late, it hurts my motor to go so slow. Damn this traffic jam, time I get home my supper'll be cold, damn this traffic jam. Now when I die I don't want no coffin, I thought about it all too often. Just strap me in behind the wheel and bury me with my automobile. Damn this traffic jam, how I hate to be late, it hurts my motor to go so slow. Damn this traffic jam, time I get home my supper'll be cold, damn this traffic jam. Damn. Now I used to think that I was cool running around on fossil fuel, Until I saw what I was doing was driving down the road to ruin. From Letras Mania