The horn’s a blarin’, with tempers flarin’. We all have days like this.
The men are starin’, some women wearin’ a top that shows their tits.
A cellphone rings, the radio sings and puts us on a stage.
A missed green light, an urge to fight is what creates road rage.
Proceed too slow, forget to go as soon as you see green.
“Just give it gas and move your ass!” Some folks can be so mean.
A few harsh words, impatient nerds, someone whips out a gun.
One shot or two, the pain hits you, someone has come undone.
We feel the stress, see no progress, just like rats in a cage.
Incessant danger, compulsive anger from what is called road rage.