Indk Pole Position Lyrics

Pole Position Lyrics

They're stickin it to us now that we're almost there



But it's our job to keep the lies out of the breathing air



Are we in a position to pull an insurection



When it's our job to keep



Corruption from total eruption



Off the track



Short on time



Human race



Fall behind



The Great Escape



The Vast Empire



The fields of mines



The cold barbed wire



We're faling out and withering away



Should we try and make a fairweather day



When the finish line is beyond far away



They're stickin it to us now that we're almost there



We'll never make it through the tear gass and the smoke filled air



They're killing everyone nameless and poor



Outside I struggle to survive



It's a fucking war



We're dying off and sinking away



Far beneath the wings of the Enola Gay



Where the podium is out of bullet's range