by one, we all fall down The gray race shrivels trapped inside The world it creates it's black and white The gray race shrivels trapped inside The world
Let's go, despite that he saw blatant similarity He struggled to find a distinctive moiety All he found was vulgar superficiality But he focused it to
The velveteen and oaken fixtures soothed the lonely child The parents watched the escort take him while they stood outside The priest was kind and gentle
Desolate and without purpose Radiating from so many septic sources Forming the fabric of a wayward people Disappearing as the vestiges of our past Scratched
Just forget what you cannot replace This sweet day is almost weightless and new So I talk but no one can relate To the fear I had when I was younger Somehow
I got a sixty-nine Chevy with a 396 Fuelie heads and a Hurst on the floor She's waiting tonight down in the parking lot Outside the Seven-Eleven store
live But we don't need you This world is moving much too fast They're race babbling This world is moving much too fast They're race babbling This world
He's runnin' in a short race, shoelace untied Head down, facial expression he can't hide Kid with no direction, seems confused A victim who spent years
I don't want no woman Playin' the races all the time I don't want no woman Playin' the races all the time You know she ain't good for nothin' She's too
OOOhhh..Ohhhh..Ohhh Yeahhh Heyyy..Heyyy...Heyyyyyy Jah come help our falling race..falling race 2x Help our people find themselves..find themselves 2x
in a busby swirl With all that razzle dazzle I know at heart you want a down home girl Oh, you know I want to take you to the spaceship races Watch
journey into sound As long the wheels are turning The race is all around Are you ready? Ready for the race? Are you ready? Are you ready? Ready for the race
won't pay Dictators can't swing, make you dance and sing 'Cause no oil spill, you don't know us, but you will We're the members of the master race Got
but instead they're just like puppets of corruption and they play their game while corpses pave their way and they'll force a smile until the day the racing
hand of wind Brushing my skin in the night I'm imprisoned inside A future predestined so far Takes control of my life Voyager of the future race You
You'd better run You'd better run You'd better run from the Devil's gun The race is on The race is on Now you'd better run from the Devil's gun
Sub race of human race It comes back With the eyes Flashing by blood Sub race of human race Sowing the panic With the existence Of sick faces From the
the armaments cash With rewritten histories and a fictional past And though some of us still have questions to ask The ship she sails without a captain Goddam this master race