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Ode to the Bicycle Messenger

Downtown, daytime, we are the enemy.
All day long we’re chased by the police.
Run down, harassed by everyone we meet.
But these are our streets.

When it snows you’re safe in the +15s,
while we plough through slush out on the streets.
On your way home from work is where we’ll meet.
Tough shit for you.

These are our streets

You might think that we ride like a bunch of jerks,
but you want your package? Well that’s the only way it works.
Remember that it’s all the cars out there that cause road rage

If you’re jealous, you can ride a bike.
Your S.U.V. can take a fucking hike
and if you live in the burbs, then take the trains.
‘Cause these are our streets

These are our streets