hawkwind
death trap
In the back of my neck I feel a strange sensation Feels like I'm heading for the crisis of all creation Only those with death wish understand my situation Feels like Jesus Christ heading for the stations  All across, in my death trap, death trap Running in my death trap, death trap Chicken running in my death trap, death trap Heading for the crossroads of fiery crucifixion  Lighting up the night sky with bitterness distinction While I hold a wheel of fate, smell of burning friction I feel like a hero heading for extinction It's the smell of burning plastic  Monkey on elastic, going up and down Crank shaft cracking up Brake drums blowing out Tires on fire now  Detrimental seize up, oil blast cam shaft Worn out pistons rings, brake fade, brake Hydraulic leak out, radiator overheat Monkey on elastic, going up and down  Smell of burning plastic, It's the smell of burning plastic, Monkey on elastic, going up and down