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 'aint

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

'aint their style

Dont' be a hero, this 'aint a move and you 'aint 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