well it starts as a joke like a stick in the spokes or removing a bolt from the brakes then a bicycle flips crushing ribs smashing hips and he broke every bone in his face then you re out of control and you can t fill the hole that was left by the thrill of the chase you re a right piece of work all the flakes go berserk have you forgotten how good they taste you re my kind of guy cos i like your style and you sound as horrible as me and i don t mind if you re unkind you re reminding me of me as the bycicle race gathers speed gathers pace and you feel that you re going too fast there s a word to the wise you should take some advice cos the nice guys always finish last you re my kind of guy cos i like your style and you sound as horrible as me and i don t mind if you re unkind you re reminding me of me you re my kind of guy cos i like your style and you sound as horrible as me and heads will roll as it takes its toll on you and me
['alternative rock', 'modern rock', 'rock']