Текст: Jack Bruce. Bizniz.

We were walking tall
Made the world look smaller than it was
The hole was bigger than the half
We gave the dogs

They just got the crumbs
Now become much humbler than they thought
The loss was smaller than the gain
And they got caught

Taking stock, future shock
Bull the bears, fight the fair
Take the cake and then run, hear the gun

Get the price for the ice
Hawk the doves, kid the gloves
Have your fun and then head for the sun

Just keep running round and round
Until the final showdown

Don't slow down
Don't slow down
Don't slow down

We divide and rule
Makes the place feel cooler than it is
The heat is milder than the hell
We left the kids

They just got the shaft
The grade was much steeper and we laughed
The cross was smaller than Lorraine
And it won't last

Making it through the shit
Fattening rats, pirate gas
Smash and grab and then run, hear the gun

Lick the boot for the loot
Kiss the arse do it fast
Have your fun and then head for the sun

Just keep running round and round
Until the final showdown

Don't slow down
Don't slow down
Don't slow down
Don't slow down

Don't slow down
Don't slow down
Don't slow down
Don't slow down

Had to have it all
Made the mall feel bigger than its size
The gap was bigger than the shades
We gave the eyes

They just copped the dregs
Left the eggs more dodgy than the birds
The boss was hauled over the coals
The crazy turd

Raking up all the muck
In the box break the locks
Think of just number one hear the gun

Kill the goose cut 'em loose
Oil the land, nuke the band
Have your fun and then head for the sun

Just keep running round and round
Until the final showdown
Just keep running round and round
Until the final showdown

Don't slow down
Don't slow down
Don't slow down

Don't slow down
Don't slow down
Don't slow down

Just keep running round and round
Until the final showdown
Just keep running round and round
Until the final showdown
Just keep running round and round