Champs Lyrics

The race of champions,
the pace the pace,
the speed,
the need,
the need to seed,
the chance to die.

Another dead don't cry,
another death don't cry,
you've still got speed,
you'll maybe bleed,
but that's next time.

Less time than before,
more speed than before,
you're rich not poor,
what are you doing it for,
want more,
want more.

Another dead don't cry,
another death don't cry,
indeed it's speed,
to feed from speed,
doing it all the time.