Paroles de Champs

The race of champions, the pace to pace The speed the need, the need to seed The chance to die Another dead don't cry, another dead don't cry You've still got speed, you'll maybe bleed But that's next time Less time than before, more speed than before You're rich not poor, what are you doing it for? Want more want more Another dead don't cry, another dead don't cry Indeed it's speed, to feed from speed Doing it all the time