Wild Life pt.1 (Tour De Trance) — текст песни (Stinkin RichBuck65)

Everywhere all around me, people they be just
Be talking all about the camp as if their bike is gonna rust
If they don`t begin to pedal, `cause if the rain hits the metal
The parts that are wet`ll corrode if the drops settle
But there`s no rain falling from the pink and orange sky
Turning blue twilight - but panic is the highlight
On the six o`clock broadcast - an everyday nailfile
Picks the lock and now the big chains get sawed past!
And I`m a no-helmet-wearing member of the Tour De France
Bike race .. and the cop at the border wants
To see my passport photo .. to make a copy
For me to autograph, and my bike is a jalopy
So I can`t see myself winning, and I decide to
Pace myself from the begining; I`m not rushin`(Russian)
I`m not a German Nazi, I look to the sky and see stars
Like the paparazzi... I concentrate on the
Campground; I can`t see the big and yellow dashes
In the middle of the road because it`s covered in ashes
Two inches deep, making for treacherous conditions
Poor visibility and rising suspicions
I know I`m not in hell, I don`t hear the sounds of G-funk
But I`m trying to get my bicycle past a fallen tree trunk
That`s blocking the road off, barricade fashion
My legs are getting tired and some other guys are crashing
Because of the ashes and there`s a long way to go, still...
I can`t believe how dark it is...
There`s a whole lot of hills and sharp corners to navigate, and
Vampires, in the distance I can see the campfires
There`s probably only two miles left to reach the destination
According to my estimation
I can`t be getting lazy, organizers may be spying
As I get a little closer, I can hear the babies crying
I`ve got loose teeth and skid marks but
Those thoughts diminish as I cross the finish.



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