Mother I`m so sorry for this thing I`ve gone and done,
But surely you`ll forgive me - after all I am your son.
Live to race - thrill of the chase to me was all that mattered,
As we crash I hit the dash - my baby face is shattered.
We are dead angels - dead angels on ice.
Once upon a time we stood in line -
Minds so numb and bored.
Now we`re lying still (always will),
Just chillin` in the morgue.
Kicking cans, little clans, windy streets, grey estates,
We earn our wings and pluck harp sstrings -
Ramraiding through the Pearly Gates.
