High Speed Pursuit (Mohammed Poor) : Too Many Poets

Procol Harum

High Speed Pursuit (Mohammed Poor)

Strap on your crash helmet
We are going for a ride
Chasing after lost causes
It's a matter of pride

Walking on egg shells
Amongst the sewer piping
With bulging blood-shot eyeballs
Rusted autos I am sideswiping

Dashing off to catch a train
Brain cells have been drained
I'm in a high-speed pursuit
Lace up my running boots

This pace is killing me
I'm breathless, tired and lame,
Flip my cards, cash in my chips
Pry myself away from your game

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