Fast car is laying on the track
At the same spot you used to smack your brothers at
You're feeling the killing
But none of you willing
Down on the corner being is seeing
You're hip, feeling tight
Get up and fight
Talking and walking down the street as you're choking
Freeing your mind
And the hell with anybody that's dropping

I see you up and down
I see you hitting the ground
With the temperature's raising
There is no one doubting
You're on the way of colliding

Alcoholism equals mind abusing
Now the pool of death is full
You swallow the drug you're choosing
Comatose slave dancing on the globe stage
Our champion is high but drooling
Done the stupidest thing
Later said he must have been fooling
I guess he was
he must have been losing