Текст песни Stinkin RichBuck65 - Wild Life pt.1 (Tour De Trance)
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Everywhere all around me, people they be justBe talking all about the camp as if their bike is gonna rustIf they don`t begin to pedal, `cause if the rain hits the metalThe parts that are wet`ll corrode if the drops settleBut there`s no rain falling from the pink and orange skyTurning blue twilight - but panic is the highlightOn the six o`clock broadcast - an everyday nailfilePicks the lock and now the big chains get sawed past!And I`m a no-helmet-wearing member of the Tour De FranceBike race .. and the cop at the border wantsTo see my passport photo .. to make a copyFor me to autograph, and my bike is a jalopySo I can`t see myself winning, and I decide toPace myself from the begining; I`m not rushin`(Russian)I`m not a German Nazi, I look to the sky and see starsLike the paparazzi... I concentrate on the Campground; I can`t see the big and yellow dashesIn the middle of the road because it`s covered in ashesTwo inches deep, making for treacherous conditionsPoor visibility and rising suspicionsI know I`m not in hell, I don`t hear the sounds of G-funkBut I`m trying to get my bicycle past a fallen tree trunkThat`s blocking the road off, barricade fashionMy legs are getting tired and some other guys are crashingBecause 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, andVampires, in the distance I can see the campfiresThere`s probably only two miles left to reach the destinationAccording to my estimationI can`t be getting lazy, organizers may be spyingAs I get a little closer, I can hear the babies cryingI`ve got loose teeth and skid marks butThose thoughts diminish as I cross the finish.