Pole Position 歌词

They're stickin it to us now that we're almost there But it's our job to keep the lies out of the breathing air Are we in a position to pull an insurection When it's our job to keep Corruption from total eruption Off the track Short on time Human race Fall behind The Great Escape The Vast Empire The fields of mines The cold barbed wire We're faling out and withering away Should we try and make a fairweather day When the finish line is beyond far away They're stickin it to us now that we're almost there We'll never make it through the tear gass and the smoke filled air They're killing everyone nameless and poor Outside I struggle to survive It's a fucking war We're dying off and sinking away Far beneath the wings of the Enola Gay Where the podium is out of bullet's range