Fucked up runners in their priceless spikes
Bled all over the morning
Fell asleep twice on the mountain climb
Say that you were ready to go
Say that you were happy to start
Say that you're ahead at your slowest point
Say that you were nearly dead
Until you found your breath
Fucked-up runners in their birthday suits
Wave their dicks in the traffic
I ran away twice from the local police
I never finished the race
Say that you were ready to go
Say that you were happy to start
Say that you′re ahead at your slowest point
Say that you were nearly dead
Until you found your breath
(He's [?]... dropping in the distance)