(Hey!)

Fleeing the day,
at designated speeds.
Guts are gone,
imaginations leashed.

You and I hide.
You and I hide.
You and I hide.
You and I hide.

Nights stinging to the sound,
of some borrowed beat.
Nights stinging to the sound,
of some borrowed beat.
Slice of the street scene,
sliver of the beast.
Slice of the street scene.

You and I hide.
You and I hide.
You and I hide.
You and I hide.

(Hey!)

We don't have to be like they are,
on the heavenward grand prix.
We don't have to be like they are,
on the heavenward grand prix.

(Hey!)

We don't have to be like they are,
on the heavenward grand prix.
We don't have to be like they are,
on the heavenward grand prix.
We don't have to be like they are,
on the heavenward grand prix.
We don't have to be like they are,
on the heavenward grand prix.