Текст: Man Down Medic. Auto Races.

Don't you try and tell me that people watch the auto races,
just to see the cars go around at remarkable rates of speed.
You all wanna see the fiery crash of twisted metal and exploding gasoline.

And don't you try and tell me that you'll listen to me play my songs,
just to hear the same old chords over and over again.
You all wanna see the fiery crash from this unstable state that I'm in.

And I don't think you're gonna be very disappointed.
Yeah, I don't I'm gonna make it through this time.
And I don't think you're gonna be very disappointed.
Yeah, I don't think I'm gonna make it out alive.

And don't you try and tell me that people ride the city buses,
just to get from place to place.
No, they all wanna look around just to see someone with a much more desperate face than their own.

And don't you try and tell me that you call me on the phone,
just to ask me how I've been.
I know I make you feel less desperate with this unstable state that I'm in.

And I don't think you're gonna hang up disappointed.
Because I wake up in a dark room where there's no doors
And I don't wanna wake up disappointed.
but I bleed my mind stone-dry
just to better yours.

FADE: (And don't you try and tell me that people watch the auto races
just to see the cars go around...)