Interpret:

Faith No More

Album:

We Care a Lot

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)