FCC

Fuck Car Culture!
We make the street,
a treat for those that go by feet,
whether you pedal a bike or hike,
where cars are at that's where we strike!
Whether it's the exhaust pipe we block,
or put glue in the lock, it's car culture we mock;
slashing tires, cutting wires, whatever it requires,
to fuck cars up!

Wherever you go to, where there's scratches on the duco,

made by you know who…
The Fuck Cars Crew!

Fuck Car Culture!
We smell an end to Mercedes-Benz;
we're going to trouble your BMW;
we're going to maim your beautiful Daimler;
reconsider your Mitsubishi, ride a bike it's not so squishy.
Cause you're going to rust to dust for what you done to us, cause when you go by bike or bus there is no justice, just motor motivated lust you cannot trust but we've got it sussed.
It's about the sources of petroleum, and who's controlling them, so in the interests of petro-chem, the US is patrolling them, under the guise of anti-terrorism; which is nothing new.
And that's why I'm a member of the Fuck Cars Crew!

Fuck Car Culture!
We put the blame on Henry Ford whose Taylorisation, keeps us bored; cheap crappy cars are all that we can afford, so motor safety is ignored and millions dead is our reward.
The modern city is cut to bits cause feet and cars just don't mix.
We've sold our space for a car culture fix with kids getting their hick kicks copying car action flicks or cruising for chicks with burn out tricks. Not to mention other obvious relationships between cars and dicks.

It's such a pity when a gritty car addicted city is considered pretty when it's public transport is so shitty.

It is mendacity, when paucity poses as audacity, when your town has reached it's car capacity.

In the battle for the mind, you'll find that terror undefined has been refined and designed to bind our kind in cages, luxury lined, to which we remain blind.

It's the culture that cars spew, which is terrorism by the few, against us all that's me and you, there's nothing left to say or do but hook up with

the Fuck Cars Crew!