Some of us travel to faraway places others among us get lost without traces with common disdain the natives complain if some traces remain mile after mile of incurable cases will look just the same once they choose me a name
We're on our way once and for all no-one can stop us now no time to waste we've got it made
Young and old passage to hide behind faces that come from the end of a day at the races the natives inspect and will always reject what the tourist infect so just be sure they all use belts and braces and try to respect where they cannot connect
We're on our way once and for all no-one can stop us now no time to waste we've got it made...