I joined the race halfway through, spanning 15 thousand kilometres

Across the best dressed side of Western Europe

Silk and leather woven freshly to my skin

I'm not quite sure how the rich can breathe for so long

With logos tugging so tightly at their chests

And with calloused hands I'll fall through the palisades

And find myself at the finish line with a 59.39 second lead

The tannoy announces my name but there is no applause

Just the sound of worn out studs and incessant chatter

To mask any chance of self reflection

After such a good performance I'm deserving of a well cooked meal just like she used to make

The young these days are born with unrivalled passionate greed

They'd set their own mother on fire

For the money in her hot and marred purse

So I'll go home and devour what's left at the table

The one where we sat and you made hot coffee with my blood

It curdles as it touches the water

Oh it curdles