[Intro] Yeah. Just a quick nick. (That's all it was). Now look at him. Lord have mercy. (Click, clack). [Verse 1] I was lurking by the bakery, the sky was looking gloomy, My pockets feeling empty and the alleyways were roomy. I only needed twenty quid to satisfy a habit, I saw the lonely bicycle and calculated: grab it. I popped the quick release, the saddle shifted from the framing, A petty little robbery, a minor bit of shaming. I fenced it at the market for a fraction of the value, Not factoring the tragedy this action would propel to. I stood across the high street with a pastry and a coffee, And watched the geezer exit, looking absolutely toffee. He slipped upon the pavement with the tube of liquid plastic, The subsequent collision was structurally drastic. The resin and the denim and the metal started fusing, I watched it from the shadows and I found it unamusing. I birthed a local centaur for a pocket full of shrapnel, Now every time he pedals past, I feel it in my chapel. [Chorus] I stole the seat to make a buck, and engineered a monster, A permanently pedaling and metal-jointed mobster. I hear the clicking gears, (the clicking of the gears), It echoes in the alleyways and amplifies my fears. A momentary hustle made a biomechanic myth, And now I am drinking bitter with a terrifying sith. [Verse 2] The local paper documented the anomaly, A rolling monument to my pathetic, sad economy. He is drifting down the tarmac with a titanium quadricep, While I am paralyzed by guilt with every single modest step. I try to sleep but hear the chain retracting and propelling, A phantom revolution that my conscience is repelling. The rust is on my spirit while the carbon is on his skeleton, He is practically a deity, a heavily pedaled peloton. I made him an attraction, an unnatural phenomenon, He is famous on the internet, a digital automaton. While I am just the villain in his convoluted origin, A petty little criminal surviving on his porridge in The shadows of the street lamps, observing his velocity, I am burdened by the weight of this vehicular atrocity. [Chorus] I stole the seat to make a buck, and engineered a monster, A permanently pedaling and metal-jointed mobster. I hear the clicking gears, (the clicking of the gears), It echoes in the alleyways and amplifies my fears. A momentary hustle made a biomechanic myth, And now I am drinking bitter with a terrifying sith. [Bridge] (The squeak of the wheel). I created a legend. (The squeak of the wheel). At the cost of a man. I see him in my nightmares, grinding through the gears, A rolling apparition wiping biomechanic tears. If I could turn the clocks back and replace the stolen leather, He would not be attached to that monstrosity forever. (Forever and ever). [Verse 3] They say he is doing interviews, a hybrid superstar, He is rolling into parliament and parking at the bar. He hasn't got a choice, he is just a victim of geometry, And my specific lack of basic ethical philosophy. I walk around the town and keep my collar elevated, Because I am the catalyst that got him activated. I am looking at my hands, they are the tools of his un-making, A twenty-pound transaction left his human structure aching. So let this be a warning to the chancers and the thieves, You never know the consequence a minor action weaves. You might just pinch a saddle for a cheeky little pint, And loose a cyborg cyclist on the quiet Bodmin night. [Chorus] I stole the seat to make a buck, and engineered a monster, A permanently pedaling and metal-jointed mobster. I hear the clicking gears, (the clicking of the gears), It echoes in the alleyways and amplifies my fears. A momentary hustle made a biomechanic myth, And now I am drinking bitter with a terrifying sith. [Outro] Yeah. My bad, mate. (Keep rolling). Just a minor crime. Massive repercussions. Listen to the chain. (Click, clack). Fade to black.
