im going thru life
like a race car driver goes thru a track
I go fast from the start and always look back
making mistakes on the way
which is like every day
knowing i will pay for it
at least not right away
but know i slow it down
waving at the crowd
realizing the crowd
is all the friends i have found
know i'm passing by the wreck
i couldn't bare to inspect
because i know he had instant death
for his head was laying on the path
from now on i will never look back
and that is a fact
now i walk to the hospital
hoping that it all was impossible
to watch life pass you by is inconceivable
for it accessible to few
know i will just stand and smoke a few
hoping they never knew
that i murdered a man looking at you
