Pale Driver

He travelled faster then the speed of light He was a driver for The Wheel With seven senses locked in overdrive He held in vain The Eyes Of Steel All in all it's just another case of another lost in the race Here come The Pale Driver Get on, set the pace within the human race Here come The Pale Driver As if his skin was made of cellophane His throbbing veins are shining through With piercing action of The Fevered Brain His manic dreams are coming true All in all it's just another case of another lost in the race Here come The Pale Driver Get on, set the pace within the human race Here come The Pale Driver Here I've come to a pretty pass Hang on while I step on the gas I've got 24 Hours, The Risk but no choice All I hear's just a deadening voice: "Hey Driver, go to channel four, what's wrong - we can't hear you no more!" Here come The Pale Driver Here come The Pale Driver Here come The Pale Driver Here come The Pale Driver