I am no messenger, but I will give you a message... A message, of death!
When you're cycling through the city at night And your dodging beams of parkies light I've got my fingers greasy and you didn't care I was fixing your chain, you were fixing your hair Rolling on tarmac, walking on air!
Past the beach huts on the promenade cos it doesn't matter where we are When you're on the stunt pegs, and I'm in the chair I was pulling a wheelie, you were pulling my hair They'll never catch us, cos we're catching air!
Nothing's gonna stop us, nothing's gonna stop us, nothing's gonna stop us now! Nothing's gonna stop us, nothing's gonna stop us, fixing your hair! Nothing's gonna stop us, nothing's gonna stop us, nothing's gonna stop us now!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
