Bring it on

Grille de la piste #115798

Fournie par WanHu

Lyrics:

© WanHu
The cycling gods are angry, maybe I've ignored
One too many red lights, or maybe they're just bored
They're throwing it all at me, their wind and rain and hail
But if they think they’re going to stop me, I know they're going to fail
So, bring it on, ya bastards, bring it on
So, bring it on, ya bastards, bring it on

I'm going to ride on through your storm
I'm going to ride on through your storm

Well my psychedelic jacket keeps me warm
And my nuclear powered headlights will keep me free from harm
I've suffered worse things in my life
Than wind that cuts you like a knife
Yeah, bring it on, ya bastards, bring it on
bring it on, ya bastards, bring it on

So, all you cycling Deities who seem to have it in for me
Man, you’re gumming up my chain fillin’ pot holes up with rain
When your lorry drivers pass within inches of my ass
And your car kicks up the spray so I can’t see what’s in my way

I’m gonna keep on riding through your storm
Bring it on, ya bastards, bring it on

© W Ian Young (WanHu) October 2016