Helmet Ray - Brisa Roche

Helmet Ray, Futura Black

Lay in wait down by the tracks

Silver shoes and rings of lead

Dressed up like they’ve just been wed

Helmet Ray, Futura Black

Black, black, black, black, black

Helmet Ray, Futura Black

Black, black, black, black

Helmet Ray, Futura Black

Gone so far, they can’t go back

Crouched by tires, slouched on steel

Each heart beat the other feels

Helmet Ray, Futura Black

Black, black, black, black, black

Helmet Ray, Futura Black

Black, black, black, black

Helmet Ray, Futura Black

Have no suitcase, have no sack

Laughing by the baker’s door

Dancing to the highway roar

Helmet Ray, Futura Black

Black, black, black, black, black

Helmet Ray, Futura Black

Black, black, black, black, black

Helmet Ray, Futura Black

Light-beam gun goes, «tack tack tack!

«Take this peach, taste that plum

Just drop now your light-ray gun

Helmet Ray, Futura Black

Black, black, black, black, black

Helmet Ray, Futura Black