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