Death trap

(Brock / Calvert) In the back of my neck I can feel a strange sensation Feels like I'm heading for the crisis of all creation Only those with death wish understand my situation Feels like Jesus Christ heading for the stations of the cross, in my death trap, death trap Running in my death trap, death trap Chicken running in my death trap, death trap Heading for the crossroads of fiery crucifixion Lighting up the night sky with bitterness distinction While I hold the wheel of fate, smell of burning friction I feel like a hero heading for extinction It's the shell of steel or plastic Monkey on elastic, going up and down Crank shaft cracking up Oil pressure going down Brake drums blowing out Tyres on fire now Differential seize up, unbalanced cam shaft Worn out pistons rings, brake fade, brake fade hydraulic leak out, radiator overheat Monkey on elastic, going up and down Shell of steel or plastic, turning round Shell of steel or plastic Monkey on elastic, going up and down