The signal comes in a flash of green
And sets the rats upon their way
Wheel-to-wheel and nose-to-tail
A motion-blur in dust and flame
Forget the rules, don't give an inch
The Sun will come and the race will begin
There's nowhere to run with the walls closing in
Escape is the dream but it preys on my mind that it's too late
It's hard to make sense of the photographs
Our faith is in technology
The spiralled tracks remind us of
The blood that stains the tarmac red
The Sun will come up and the race will begin
There's nowhere to run with the walls closing in
Escape is the dream but it preys on my mind that its too late
It's easy to deny and blame
The recklessness of youth
But in the end we're all the same
The jack-knife hidden round the bend
The brakes are locked and fingers crossed
The Sun will come up and the race will begin
There's nowhere to run with the walls closing in
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