Wild Life Pt1 (Tour De Trance)

Everywhere all around me people they be just Be talking all about the camp as if their bike is gonna rust If they don`t begin to pedal `cause if the rain hits the metal The parts that are wet`ll corrode if the drops settle But there`s no rain falling from the pink and orange sky Turning blue twilight but panic is the highlight On the six o`clock broadcast an everyday nailfile Picks the lock and now the big chains get sawed past! And I`m a no-helmet-wearing member of the Tour De France Bike race .. and the cop at the border wants To see my passport photo .. to make a copy For me to autograph, and my bike is a jalopy So I can`t see myself winning, and I decide to Pace myself from the begining; I`m not rushin`(Russian) I`m not a German Nazi, I look to the sky and see stars Like the paparazzi... I concentrate on the Campground; I can`t see the big and yellow dashes In the middle of the road because it`s covered in ashes Two inches deep, making for treacherous conditions Poor visibility and rising suspicions I know I`m not in hell, I don`t hear the sounds of G-funk But I`m trying to get my bicycle past a fallen tree trunk That`s blocking the road off, barricade fashion My legs are getting tired and some other guys are crashing Because of the ashes and there`s a long way to go, still... I can`t believe how dark it is... There`s a whole lot of hills and sharp corners to navigate, and Vampires, in the distance I can see the campfires There`s probably only two miles left to reach the destination According to my estimation I can`t be getting lazy, organizers may be spying As I get a little closer, I can hear the babies crying I`ve got loose teeth and skid marks but Those thoughts diminish as I cross the finish.