All the bad weather in our veins   Comatose in strobe who complains   Take the edge off too uptight   Bored and loose from bitter spite   What starts your engine. Do people   Buy their way in for the ride?      Motor, Motor, I'd be lost at any other speed,   Motor, Motor, In my space is the place for me      People try to tell me what's best   Drive by weakness in their myths   I haven't driven this far, by   Jumping on every star   We can't grow untwisted, everyone   Their own opinion I wish they'd keep 'em      Motor, Motor, I'd be lost at any other speed   Motor, Motor, In my space is the place to be   In my space is the place for me