401 by Blimp Rock Lyrics
And how did this road
How did it get so long?
I hear you
Can ride it right to, to the end
To the end of the world
That's right, I said
The end of the world
End of the world
Southern Ontario
End of the world
So put your portion on the wall
Do you write something if anything at all?
And we'll take it down that road where the law lets you go
Only one hundred kilometers per hour
And many people go
Many people go one twenty
Like my good friend
And my driving teacher
He said I needed, he said I needed more lessons
When on the last one
I drove past an exit
Right past an exit
I saw so many trucks
So many trucks
That's eighteen wheels rolling down the road
And that economy has still got to grow
When they get to twenty-four wheels
You know, don't ever go
Only one hundred kilometers per hour
Cambridge, Kingston, Chatham, Oshawa
London, Napanee, Mississauga
Brampton, Belleville, Brockville, Pickering, Cornwall
That's not all
So put your portion one the wall
Do you write something if anything at all?
And take it down that road where the law lets you go
Only one hundred kilometers per hour
How did it get so long?
I hear you
Can ride it right to, to the end
To the end of the world
That's right, I said
The end of the world
End of the world
Southern Ontario
End of the world
So put your portion on the wall
Do you write something if anything at all?
And we'll take it down that road where the law lets you go
Only one hundred kilometers per hour
And many people go
Many people go one twenty
Like my good friend
And my driving teacher
He said I needed, he said I needed more lessons
When on the last one
I drove past an exit
Right past an exit
I saw so many trucks
So many trucks
That's eighteen wheels rolling down the road
And that economy has still got to grow
When they get to twenty-four wheels
You know, don't ever go
Only one hundred kilometers per hour
Cambridge, Kingston, Chatham, Oshawa
London, Napanee, Mississauga
Brampton, Belleville, Brockville, Pickering, Cornwall
That's not all
So put your portion one the wall
Do you write something if anything at all?
And take it down that road where the law lets you go
Only one hundred kilometers per hour