Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Speed of Light, artist - Dub Pistols. Date of issue: 31.03.2007
Record label: Sunday Best
Song language: English
Speed of Light |
| The Dub Pistols control this shit |
| Blade is the vocalist, this is the year of the apocalypse |
| Miles away and we can still see the metropolis |
| Disappearing slowly into the distance there’s no stopping this |
| Cruising at a leisurely pace as we breeze past the stars |
| And travel through the Milky Way |
| We glide through the air, trekking at the speed of light |
| We’re on a trip to space where the average man 'ain't been |
| The ground is flooded with rain to keep the Earth clean |
| We communicate through radio waves |
| While the controllers of the ship are seeing sights that amaze |
| Searching on corners of the Milky Way and galaxy |
| You won’t believe the types of things that we were forced to see |
| Wait for the sattelites, wet your appetites |
| From the distance we see the sun and it’s a ball of light |
| You need a microscope to see the Earth even exists |
| And it feels like we’ve been suspended in space for years |
| Nothing to do but think and wonder what we’ll see when we land |
| Could this be the missing link in the bigger plan |
| The Dub Pistols control this shit |
| Blade is the vocalist, this is the year of the apocalypse |
| Miles away and we can still see the metropolis |
| Disappearing slowly into the distance there’s no stopping this |
| Cruising at a leisurely pace as we breeze past the stars |
| And travel through the Milky Way |
| We glide through the air, trekking at the speed of light |
| Rhymes on tapes mics turn them into space flights |
| Aerodynamics fly frantic with the Blade, right |
| Pushing orbital in a low tech, cruising tight |
| Pictures sneaking by from the glare of the computer lights |
| Should have bought a thinner window but spent it all on endo |
| From the dude at the last stop with three eyes in a flat top |
| Wanted for smuggling and illegal space craft |
| Don’t know if we’ll ever make it back now we’re off track being chased by |
| patrols |
| Pull it together, hands back on the controls |
| Tailspins and barrel rolls out of narrow spaces |
| To the center of a meteor, they can no longer trace us |
| The Dub Pistols control this shit |
| Blade is the vocalist, this is the year of the apocalypse |
| Miles away and we can still see the metropolis |
| Disappearing slowly into the distance there’s no stopping this |
| Cruising at a leisurely pace as we breeze past the stars |
| And travel through the Milky Way |
| We glide through the air, trekking at the speed of light |
| They educated us and even taught us how to breathe |
| Gave us the diet of the food that we would have to eat |
| Stick to the rations, never know what could happen |
| Run out of fuel and you might never get back in (word up) |
| Three humans in the space of five meters squared |
| Dressed in space suits attached to canisters of air |
| Alien lifeforms could possibly be a threat |
| If that’s the case push the button and eject |
| They could be hostile, worse than on the X-Files |
| Don’t try to talk to them, they don’t talk back that 'ain't their style |
| Dont' be a hero, this 'ain't a move and you 'ain't De Niro |
| Don’t try to test them because if you do you’ll be gone in zero |
| The Dub Pistols control this shit |
| Blade is the vocalist, this is the year of the apocalypse |
| Miles away and we can still see the metropolis |
| Disappearing slowly into the distance there’s no stopping this |
| Cruising at a leisurely pace as we breeze past the stars |
| And travel through the Milky Way |
| We glide through the air, trekking at the speed of light |