Polemic

^G My life is ^C rolling like ^D the wheel
I´ve got n ^Emi o time to use the brake
^G I prefer ^C own ^D style at full speed
I´ m looki ^Emi ng forward to next day

ref:
^G BPM 180 (one ^C eight o)
^D The ^G blood attacks the boiling point
^G The man who wants to sl ^C ow down
^D Has no chance t ^G o survive

This kind of life is like the dance
Of naked feet on broken glass
Everyone says it´ll kill me once
Maybe then I´ m satisfied