Hate when lines fade, damn erosion has made the paint go "Bye!"
It's a real pain, traffic rules come tumblin' down
Roadworks suck but that I can take
'Cause when lines fade, it makes ev'rything worse, must be set right
Real soon

Yeah, fix 'em up, buddy, yeah (whoo!)
I don't wanna slam into trucks, buddy (whoo!)
And then end up as a pancake on the ground, buddy
Guts spread around, buddy, more easily found, buddy, than the nothin'
That could become of all the road lines that I'm discussin'
Failed to weather all the weather, both rain and when it's sunny
Not a lot of overt damage, bit by bit, gets more sucky
It's a bit of a problem (yeah)
A multiplier, you know (ayy!)
Of all the issues that blow
Hate when the bikes won't stop inchin' out from their thin strip?
Now they've got a stupid reason to roam (to roam, ayy!)
And all those big arrows there to show
Where you can drive your truck?
Welp, they're gone, you can't know to or fro
You'll need a ton of luck

Hate when lines fade, it's so tricky to tell where there was white
Now it's dark grey, stark contrast all tumblin' down
I'm so cautious now, it's insane
'Cause when lines fade, it makes ev'rything worse, must be set right

Think that you've been through enough trouble? No, I'm not finished
Now try to park when they're mostly gone and diminished
I'd rather call sick, play hooky, wrestle a Wookie
'Cause you'd have more luck at the bookies
Can't park in a spot when all of its lines fade
And one's best judgement never works, yeah
You're never gonna make it on the first shot, face it
It's like a USB, sim'lar hurt (yeah)
Gotta pull out to adjust (ayy!)
Wastin' my time, really sucks
Will other folks have the patience to sit there waitin'?
At this point, you shouldn't count on good luck (good luck, ayy!)
On horns, they'll be slammin', start rantin'
You'd best keep your window up
So that you're not catchin' their rambles
'Bout how you should eat guns

Hate when lines fade, will people park all the way left or right?
No, they hate me, sanity starts crumblin' down
Even worse at night, believe me
'Cause when lines fade, it makes ev'rything worse, must be set right

When it happens, know I should avoid it (please)
Until they bring the fix-up crew in but (no)
Sometimes the new route has more bullshit
Roundabouts friggin' suck, bud
I really can't stand 'em, they're madness
So I'll just suck "bare lines" up
And you're free to rag on my standards
But you're in my car, bud

Hate when lines fade, jackin' up my planned route all the damn time
Hurtin' my brain (poor brain), memory's all fumblin' now (whoo-ooh-ooh)
Where were they before (don't know)? A blank space (no, no, no)
In my mind, mate, did I have to take you (yeah) for a long drive (yeah, c'mon)?
Hate when lines fade (it blows, it blows), the four lanes become two, only divide
That is still plain is the island, lovin' that now
But the side (they blow) streets lack those (they blow), insane (so lawless and insane, hurts)
Hate when lines fade (goddamn), it makes ev'rything worse, must be set right (set right)