The best thing to come out of Ohio is I-75

As I lay me down to sleep, Lord in Ohio the FIFOs to keep,

because if around them I must travel my nerves to a frizzy end will ravel.

When they drive like ass on the road

I want to squash them like a toad.

Pick a lane you fucking turd

or park your van along the curb.

I know you desire your hovel home,

but the lives you risk are not your own.

Lord take the FIFOs to keep

before I turn them into a bloody heap.