Mother I'm so sorry for this thing I've gone and done,
But surely you'll forgive me - after all I am your son
Live to race - thrill of the chase to me was all that mattered,
As we crash I hit the dash - my baby face is shattered
We are dead angels - dead angels on ice
Once upon a time we stood in line -
Minds so numb and bored
Now we're lying still (always will),
Just chillin' in the morgue
Kicking cans, little clans, windy streets, grey estates,
We earn our wings and pluck harp sstrings -
Ramraiding through the Pearly Gates