Why hold on?  Your hands are getting sore  You must be scared of something  From the time before, well...  We're here again  How long, who knows?  It's not your right to tell me  Where this trip will go  Pull away  You're dying today  You could enjoy it  If you could take your feelings with you  But put your mind on me  And suck my energy  And see the speed gets higher  I see you hold on tighter....  But just fatigue  Is all your face will show  It's weary from the stress  Getting delirious  "I didn't want this race  We can"t keep up this pace"  We don't want to get well  We want to go to hell  We want an urban dream  The fucking urban scream  "This time was mine to borrow  I'll pay for it tomorrow"  You'll pay for it today  And as we drive away  I'll make my pleasure greater  Push the accelerator  (and down we go)