The Race

There is only six million richer than me
With some luck ill be among the first three
Six million bullets for reasonable fee
And then ill surely be among the first three
Squeeze the trigger let the slugs fly
I promise you it’s an easy way to die
Human flesh is a tender meat
No way to hell you will survive this treat
The race is in the blood from birth
There well be no walking on earth
Life is the bitch you can’t live without
She throws a bone and then she slowly fades out
Wanting more is the eternal curse of me
It’s like 60 seconds and you grab all that I can see
The panic gets you before you see the scam
Even your life won’t pay your debt to Uncle Sam
Human flesh is a tender meat
No way in hell you will survive this treat
The race is in the blood from birth
There well be no walking on earth
There is only six million richer than me
With some luck ill be among the first three
The nations of death the machine is uncontrolled
How soon again will the economy fold?
Squeeze the trigger let the slugs fly
I promise you it’s an easy way to die
The beauty of an aeroplane shot out of the sky
A symbol of hypocrisy to every naked eye