How much time have I had to wait
To get through that most hated gate
The lane lines seem longer the more I’m late
There’s a guy that I’ve learned more to hate

Step on the clutch
Step on the brake
Smell that truck’s exhaust
My throat burns, my lungs ache

There’s 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 now the tollbooths are everywhere and all has been lost

Leave the stick-shift in first
And a foot on the clutch
Can’t I move up a few feet?
I’m asking too much

That guy without change
Is stuck in the wrong lane
Just try to cut, try to cut in
I’ll teach him about pain
That guy without change
Is stuck in the wrong lane
Just try to cut, try to cut in
I’ll teach him about pain

The roads have been paid for and paid for again
But the tolls will remain until I’ll tell you when
When hell freezes over or I run the show
And the tollbooths will be the first things to go

Step on the gas
Step on the brake
Step on the gas
Step on the brake
Step on the gas
Step on the brake
Step on the gas
Step on the brake

Finally I’m through
But I come home this way
Just thinking about it
Will ruin my whole day
Will ruin my whole day