can t you see the black strap it holds me up for the last lap i know i said i had a good time but now i m sprawled across the finish line i m pickin up the straws and now i m wonderin how i did because the situation s heavy and the competition s thin now i ve got to wake up so i can get back on my feet again could you spare some common sense it s a brave gamble so just give it up now you know about those people in the sky well they re the same folks that held me up i m sortin out my flaws because i m runnin last place and the look on my face says this record s disappearing and my system s on the mend but i ll never know who wins until i make it to the end take care of what you preach right cause no one cares about your mike fright but when the pen is to paper i never stop to think that i should stop thinkin about you that way the signing of this mock simulation plots a course towards some clarification it s a keenly realized fabrication comin from your radio station but i ll be running 400 metres again