Your tyres are screamin' & your fires are burnin'
Gonna tear up the city tonight
Barely outta your test & you think you're the best
Boy racer's almost taking flight

There's drizzle in the air & there's thunder in the sky
& a killer's on the greasy streets
Cos outta the suburbs comes a deadly arrival
Oh, I know he's just a young boy, Subaru driver
Thinks his personal race track's the street

Ah, cyclists are the only thing in this whole World
That's pure & good & right
So wherever you are & wherever you go
You know we're always in the right

When I'm cycling home, I'm gonna be on the road
& I'll be back again at dawn
So we gotta make the best of the streets altogether
Ride defensively so
Cos you don't own the road

Like a twat outta Hell doin' 90 in a 30 zone
Turnin' life end over like a twat outta Hell, then you're gone, gone, gone
Like a twat outta Hell doin' 90 in a 30 zone
Oh, when you drive so fast
Like a dumb jackass
Thinkin' roads are just for you
You send a shiver racing through spines, kith & kin
left to trace their loss back to you

I'm gonna hit the highway like a sweet little lamb
On a Raleigh Cross Strada bike
When the weather is hot, or it's rainy or windy
In the dark I'm gonna switch on my lights

No-one ever knows where the rotten pot-holes are
I'm not a frickin' stuntman, I'm lost
I'm feelin' all the rocks & nothing of the rolls
& later, gonna count the cost

Greta says I'll be damned if I don't take it out
& I know I'm damned if I do
But with every other beat I've got left in my heart
You know I'm cycling home for you

So little Greta be damned, because I'm gonna be damned
Cycling home at night to you
So little Greta be damned, because I'm gonna be damned
Greta be damned, because I'm gonna be damned
Greta be damned, because I'm gonna be damned
Cycling home at night
Cycling home at night
Cycling home at night to you

Ah, cyclists are the only thing in this whole World
That's pure & good & right
So wherever you are & wherever you go
You know we're always in the right

When I'm cycling home, I'm gonna be on the road
& I'll be back again at dawn
So we gotta make the best of the streets altogether
Ride defensively so
Cos you don't own the road

Like a twat outta Hell doin' 90 in a 30 zone
Turnin' life end over like a twat outta Hell, then you're gone, gone, gone
Like a twat outta Hell doin' 90 in a 30 zone
Oh, when you drive so fast
Like a dumb jackass
Thinkin' roads are just for you
You send a shiver racing through spines, kith & kin
left to trace their loss back to you
You send a shiver racing through spines, kith & kin
left to trace their loss back to you

Oh, you can see yourself tearing up the road, faster
Than any other boy racer has gone
Then you think you saw, someone on a bike
But that ain't gonna stop you now, you better make your escape

Cos you can't stop in time, can you?
Cos you never see the cyclist swerve 'til it's way too late
Cos you never see the cyclist swerve 'til it's way too late

Then I'm down in a pile o' debris with a blazing saddle
Torn & twisted at the foot of a broken bike
& I think somebody, somewhere must be tolling my bell
& the last thing I see is my pump, sent reeling
Tearin' right through my high-vis & flying away
Like a twat outta Hell

Then I'm down in a pile o' debris with a blazing saddle
Torn & twisted at the foot of a broken bike
& I think somebody, somewhere must be tolling my bell
& the last thing I see is my pump
Sent reeling
Sent reeling
Tearin' right through my high-vis & flying away
Like a twat outta Hell
Oh, like a twat outta Hell
Oh, like a twat outta Hell

Oh, like a twat outta Hell (doin' 90 in a 30 zone)
Oh, like a twat outta Hell (doin' 90 in a 30 zone)
Oh, like a twat outta Hell