Wire - Champs lyrics

The race of champions, the pace the pace

The speed the need, the need to seed

The chance to die

Another dead don't cry, another dead don't cry

You've still got speed, you'll maybe bleed

But that's next time

Less time than before, more speed than before

You're rich not poor, what are you doing it for?

Want more want more

Another dead don't cry, another dead don't cry

Indeed it's speed, to feed from speed

Doing it all the time