Well it starts as a joke. like a stick in the smoke. so removing the bolt from the brains. Then the 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 a hole. that was left by the thrill of the chase. You're a right peice of work. all the flakes go beserk. have you forgotten how good they taste?. You're my kind of guy cause 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 bicycle race. gathers speed gathers pace. and you feel that your going too fast. Theres a word to the wise. you should take some advice. cause the nice guys always finish last. You're my kind of guy cause 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 cause I like your style. and you sound as horrible as me. And heads will roll as it takes. its toll on you and me