The Race (Live In Berlin 2016)

Lyrics

Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen This is Billy McKloski from Palm Springs, reporting for NBC Sports of America Twenty seconds to the start of the thirty-first Formula race on a hot Sunny afternoon here in California Why? (Why?) I need this plate! Are you ever gonna push me, let me run and let me do I need it, and I'm ready, and I haven't got a clue Give me a brake! Any track is turning, but The Race is in my head I'm attacking the illusion, but the stopping drives me mad Another sun was shining, and he knew he wasn't great He didn't ever talk about, he knew he couldn't wait Give me a brake! Why? (Why?) Shout! (Shout!) Are you ever gonna push me, let me run and let me do I need it, and I'm ready, and I haven't got a clue Another sun was shining, and he knew he wasn't great He didn't ever talk about, he knew he couldn't wait Give me a brake! Not any track is turning, but The Race is in my head I'm attacking the illusion, but the stopping drives me mad On the fast lane of the street I'm driving Sometimes, I'm arriving Every day and every night Give me a brake! Are you ever gonna push me, let me run and let me do I need it, and I'm ready, and I haven't got a clue Another sun was shining, and he knew he wasn't great He didn't ever talk about, he knew he couldn't wait