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.