GenFM Radio

Lyrics

(Verse 1)
Ridin' through the night in my big ol' Kenworth rig
Chrome stacks smokin', diesel heart beatin' like a war drum
Logbook's full of lies, but the road keeps callin' my name
D O T on my tail, tryin' to play their fuckin' game

(Pre-Chorus)
They got cameras in the cab, rules up the ass
Hours of service? Man, that's a kick in the balls
We haul the freight that keeps this country alive
But bureaucrats in suits wanna watch us barely survive

(Chorus)
Fuck the F.M.C.S.A.!
Chain us down, we'll break away!
Fuck the F.M.C.S.A.!
We're the kings of the highway, hear the engines roar today!
Fuck the F.M.C.S.A.!
E L D's beepin' like a prison alarm
We'll run illegal if we gotta, sound the battle horn
FUCK THE F.M.C.S.A.!

(Verse 2)
Weigh stations glowin' red like the devil's eyes
They pull us in, nitpick every damn mile
Brakes, lights, permits—endless bullshit parade
While Congress flies private and we grind in the shade

(Pre-Chorus)
Safety? Bullshit! We know the risks we take
Coffee and bennies keep us wide awake
Family waitin' at home for that hard-earned pay
But your fines and shutdowns just get in the way

(Chorus)
Fuck the F.M.C.S.A.!
Chain us down, we'll break away!
Fuck the F.M.C.S.A.!
We're the kings of the highway, hear the engines roar today!
Fuck the F.M.C.S.A.!
E L D's beepin' like a prison alarm
We'll run illegal if we gotta, sound the battle horn
FUCK THE F.M.C.S.A.!

(Bridge – Breakdown, growled)
You pencil-pushin' pricks in your Washington holes
Never felt the wheel shake at a hundred thousand loads
We dodge the four-wheelers, tornadoes, and snow
While you rewrite the rules just to watch us crawl slow!
EN-JINZ... ROAR!
GEARS... GRIND!
TRUCKERS... RISE!
FUCK YOUR... FINES!

(Guitar Solo – pure thunder, tires screamin', air horns blarin')

(Final Chorus – louder, heavier)
Fuck the F.M.C.S.A.!
We'll double-clutch straight through your lies!
Fuck the F.M.C.S.A.!
Outlaw haulers till the day we die!
Fuck the F.M.C.S.A.!
From the plains to the mountains, let the rebellion fly
We own the blacktop—
FUCK THE F.M.C.S.A.!

(Outro – fading engine rev)
Yeah... keep on truckin', brothers...
Fuck the F.M.C.S.A... forever.
Horns up. Pedal down.