Rust and Ruin Ride
Stop calling them the same
Stop defending the garbage
Utes are not pickups And pickups are rubbish
Let’s break it down
I see ‘em round the bend,
suspension sitting high Rusty chassis,
rusting out, looking like a death drive They park in two spots,
take up the whole street Big wheels on little cars,
yeah, that’s a defeat You think you’re tough?
Your clearance is high But your IQ is sick,
asking to die Rust spots blooming like a fungal disease On bumpers
and doors, making it hard to see You’re driving a heap of
scrap, a metal coffin Trying to flex but you’re just a moving
problem
Too wide for the lane,
too tall for the air Blocking the view,
you don’t even care Checking your mirrors,
acting so bold But you’re just a giant,
ugly, noisy road Paint peeling,
chrome gone You’re the reason the suburb is wrong Don’t call me
bro, I don’t know your face,
You’re just a block of iron in a reckless place
Utes are NOT Pickup Trucks!
(No!) And Pickups are NOT good in any way whatsoever!
(No way!) There is nothing nice about over-sized,
too high Rusty, ugly,
rubbish, flying through the sky
Worst of all, the engines sound horrible Killing the planet,
making the world feel terrible Everyone who drives one acts menacing Like
they want to run you over,
yes, it’s definitely Breaking road rules,
breaking common decency
Utes are NOT Pickup Trucks,
and Pickups are GARBAGE Let’s talk about the noise,
that diesel growl It’s not a roar,
it’s a threat, it’s a foul Chugging exhaust fumes into the clean
air
Poisoning the lungs of everyone there You think it’s power?
Nah, it’s pollution
Every rev is an insult to the solution
Saving the world, you’re dumping the waste Making the ozone disappear in
a haste The way you drive?
Oh, it’s criminal Running red lights,
acting so normal Honk your horn,
flash your lights Thinking you’re king,
what a sight Tailgate hard,
cut me off Aggression is the sign of a big ego Break
the rules, ignore the sign Treat the public road like a private
mine No common decency,
no basic respect Your pickup attitude is a fact I can’t detect
It’s just fear, wrapped in rust and grime
Your rugged image is a waste of time Say it with me
Utes are not pickups Say it again
Pickups are not good The engines are trash The engines are loud
The drivers are rude The drivers are proud Of what?
Of nothing
Just a big, rusty,
ugly thing
Tired of the menace,
the intimidation The way you treat the whole interaction You think your
height gives you the right to be mean But you’re just a
giant, clanky machine
Suspension bounces, tires are bald Attitude is cold,
your heart is small
Breaking the law,
breaking the peace
Putting the community’s mind on release
From the stress, the fear,
the anxiety Sharing the road with your vanity Pull over,
mate, let the engine cool Admit that you’re just a fool
A big, rusty, noisy,
ugly fool Driving a truck that’s out of school Let’s be clear,
for the record, for the law Utes are not pickups it’s time
we saw A Ute is Australian a bit of history But a
pickup is an import,
a bit of misery One might be a tool,
the other a threat But both are making the planet sick
Stop the comparison, stop the pride Look at the rust,
look at the inside It’s not cool it’s not nice,
it’s not fine
It’s just a huge,
ugly, rusty sign
Of a society that’s lost its way
Driving a garbage truck every single day
Utes are NOT Pickup Trucks!
No! And Pickups are NOT good in any way whatsoever!
No way! There is nothing nice about oversized too high Rusty ugly
rubbish flying through the sky Worst of all the engines sound horrible
Killing the planet, making the world feel terrible Everyone who drives one
acts menacing Like they want to run you over yes,
it’s definitely Breaking road rules breaking common decency Utes are NOT Pickup
Trucks, and Pickups are GARBAGE Get it off the road Get it
out of the air
Rusty
Ugly
Noisy
Bad
Utes are not pickups And pickups are trash
Peace or at least some quiet