That Cricket at the End of the Road

[Verse 1] Sittin' at the top of the world Parked on the Vulcan's peak My tears boiling in the heat And I push it to the floor [Chorus] We roll down the hill Faster and faster Hot wind behind us passing rows of castors There it is! Its in the Street tied to a match Quicker and quicker Our Speed gets sicker Till we run over the cricket And right into the chickot (boom) [Build up] [Accelerando] [accelerate][faster bpm] [Verse 2] Revving from the top of the world Right from the Vulcan's peak My tears still boiling in the heat And I push it to the floor [Chorus] We roll down the hill Faster and faster Hot wind behind us passing rows of castors There it is! Its in the Street tied to a match Quicker and quicker Our Speed gets sicker Till we run over the cricket And right into the chickot (boom) [Build up] [Accelerando] [accelerate][faster bpm] [Verse 2] Revving from the top of the world Right from the Vulcan's peak My tears still boiling in the heat Erupting steam from my eyes [Build up] [Accelerando][accelerate][faster bpm] [Chorus] We roll down the hill Hell for Leather Quicker and quicker Run over the cricket The fireworks start (boom) [Build up] [Accelerando][accelerate][faster bpm] [Verse 3] Motor roars, wheels crackle On the torn out rubble street Speedbumps on my arms Pressed into my sweaty seat [Build up] [Accelerando][accelerate][faster bpm] [Chorus] We roll down the hill Chop-chop and Faster Passing columns of plaster Burning the passing grass There it is! Its in the Street tied to a match Expeditiously fast Like Maniacs, Safety Last Till we run over the Cricket Right besides the thicket (boom) [Build up] [Accelerando][accelerate][faster bpm] [Bridge] Ah! fireworks, they burst! (boom!) In a million rainbow lights (splat!) In bloody colors of despise (yeah!) Is it irresponsibility? an expensive speed ticket? Or justice for the cricket? (who knows?) [Build up] [Accelerando][accelerate][faster bpm] [Chorus] Or just the youth in our minds stupid like all of our kind? Are we crazy? Are we mad? Should we've aimed for the cicad? Still we run into the tree And fireworks are here to see And our organs here to spree Oh stupid, stupid ideas We will not grow old But will have a story well told (boom) [OUTRO] [Explosion]