I am no messenger But I will give you message A message...of death
When you're cycling through the city at night And you're dodging beams of Parky's light I've got my fingers greasy and you didn't care I was fixing your chain while you're fixing your hair Rolling on tarmac and walking an air
Nothing's gonna stop us Nothing's gonna stop us Nothing's gonna stop us now Nothing's gonna stop us Nothing's gonna stop us Fixing your hair Nothing's gonna stop us Nothing's gonna stop us Nothing's gonna stop us now
Past the beach huts on the promenade 'Cos it doesn't matter where we are Not when you're on the stunt pegs and I'm in the chair I was pulling a wheelie, you're pulling my hair They'll never catch us 'cos we're catchin air
Nothing's gonna stop us Nothing's gonna stop us Nothing's gonna stop us now Nothing's gonna stop us Nothing's gonna stop us Fixing your hair Nothing's gonna stop us Nothing's gonna stop us Nothing's gonna stop us now
Nothing's gonna stop us Nothing's gonna stop us Nothing's gonna stop us now
Nothing's gonna stop us Nothing's gonna stop us Fixing your hair
Nothing's gonna stop us Nothing's gonna stop us Stop us now Nothing's gonna stop us Nothing's gonna stop us
Nothing's gonna stop us Nothing's gonna stop us Nothing's gonna stop us now
Nothing's gonna stop us Nothing's gonna stop us Fixing your hair
Nothing's gonna stop us Nothing's gonna stop us Nothing's gonna stop us now
Nothing's gonna stop us Nothing's gonna stop us
Nothing's gonna stop us Nothing's gonna stop us Nothing's gonna stop us now
Nothing's gonna stop us Nothing's gonna stop us Nothing's gonna stop us now Nothing's gonna stop us