Man-Made Roadblocks
How much time have I had to wait
To get through that most hated gate
The lane lines seem longer the more I am late
There is a guy that I have learned more than any to hate
There is a guy who built the first building in the road
Oh dear, we have construction bills that are owed
Let’s get the road users to pay for the cost
And the first toll booth was built and all has been lost
Step on the clutch
Step on the brake
Smell that truck’s exhaust
My throat burns, my lungs ache
The roads have been paid for and paid for again
But the toll booths will remain until I’ll tell you when
When hell freezes over or I run the show
And toll booths will be the first things to go
Leave the stick-shift in first
And a foot on the clutch
Can’t I move up a few feet?
Is that asking too much?
That guy without change
Is stuck in the wrong lane
Just try to cut in
I’ll teach him about pain
Step on the gas
Step on the brake
Step on the gas
Step on the brake
Finally I’m through
But I have to come home this way
Just thinking about it
Will ruin my whole day
Step on the gas
Step on the brake
Step on the gas
Step on the brake
Copyright©2006 by Mark L. Berry
