To save their souls from the two stroke ghouls
By night they'll fly, petrol-sniffing highs
Suits pressed hard against a-line skirts
Tonight they'll ride and run into a kill

Rushing through the streets waiting till the speed takes them high.
Pushing twenty three the A303 trundles by
See through their skin, time to begin
From the darkest side shines the brightest lights
They are blinded, learning to fly kids
On that road littered with bones like an opened grave.

So they ride into the night
Vibrations rise impure delight
They're on a course to meet their gods
To be taken by a soul they'd lost

If you listen on the wind the voices of the moped kinds
Will draw you in without your lid, they'll draw you in without your lid
There's freedom there and who will care
If they crash and burn they'll still survive
In memories on the roads they leave
They can't be lost if you believe

They can't be lost if you believe