Helmet Ray, Futura BlacknLay in wait down by the tracksnSilver shoes and rings of leadnDressed up like they’ve just been wednnHelmet Ray, Futura BlacknBlack, black, black, black, blacknHelmet Ray, Futura BlacknBlack, black, black, blacknnHelmet Ray, Futura BlacknGone so far, they can’t go backnCrouched by tires, slouched on steelnEach heart beat the other feelsnnHelmet Ray, Futura BlacknBlack, black, black, black, blacknHelmet Ray, Futura BlacknBlack, black, black, blacknnHelmet Ray, Futura BlacknHave no suitcase, have no sacknLaughing by the baker’s doornDancing to the highway roarnnHelmet Ray, Futura BlacknBlack, black, black, black, blacknHelmet Ray, Futura BlacknBlack, black, black, black, blacknnHelmet Ray, Futura BlacknLight-beam gun goes tack tack tacknTake this peach, taste that plumnJust drop now your light-ray gunnnHelmet Ray, Futura BlacknBlack, black, black, black, blacknHelmet Ray, Futura Black