We keep racing round racing around in equilateral triangles We keep racing round racing around in equilateral triangles Appealing too all sense of humours, all personalities No obscure angles were all equal Whoever said moneys no object is a born liar Because these clothes are on fire Where in the sky underground Roll around to the big metal sound He wakes up in multiples of five To keep his body alive He goes to sleep in divisions of three To make life easy Can you help or are you too busy? The striker gets the attention While the team just gets a mention The singer is idolised in fact What about the rest of the act? Then it all becomes 180 degrees And I begged please please please Still we keep racing round, racing around in equilateral triangles We keep racing round, racing around in equilateral triangles Let’s face it you’ll only fucking waste it All your buds are gone you won’t even taste it Everyone’s watching your back Get out of town, away from your frown This syndrome will knock you down Still your racing round, racing around in equilateral triangles We keep racing round, racing around in equilateral triangles Nothing but 180 degree angles, better get yourself untangled Before your body gets mangled