What's that in the distance over there?
Rise to the sky, evil set of stairs,
New to me so nothing to compare,
Watch as the fire burns through the air,
My bike runs hot as I ride on the street,
So many bags that I never can beat
So I ride and ride to escape the heat,
You won't find me at the top of the heap!
Will we ever escape?
Climb the mountain of our plague.
Will we ever escape?
Give ourselves to our fate.
Drive and drive as I fight for my life,
Bags on my left and bags on my right,
Eye on the road and eye on the sky,
Today won't be the day that I die.
Sun burns hot as I ride on the street,
I won't be stopped and I won't be beat,
Just say no to the hands of defeat,
You won't find me at the top of the heap!
Trash,
*** em up,
Ah yeah trash *** em up Holland!
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