Cycling, I Love You But You're Bringing Me Down

Cycling, I Love You

But you’re bringing me down

Cycling, I Love You

But you’re bringing me down

Like a rat in a cage

Pulling minimum wage

Cycling, I Love You

But you’re bringing me down

 

Cycling, you’re “cleaner”

But you’re starting to waste my time

USADA’s records all show

You are filthy but fine

But they shattered our lore’s

And they forced open your doors

To the cops who were bored

Once the feds had run out of road

Cycling, you’re perfect

Don’t please don’t change a thing

Your haughty President’s behavior

Seems convinced he’s immortal

 

So the boring collect

I mean all disrespect

In the pharmacological years

The triumphs once brought me to tears

Cycling, I Love You

But you’re freaking me out

There’s a ton of the twist

But we’re fresh out of shout

Like a death in the hall

That you hear through your wall

Cycling, I Love You

But you’re freaking me out

Cycling, I Love You

But you’re palmarès are in doubt

Cycling, I Love You

But you’re bringing me down

 

Like a death of the heart

Jesus, where do I start?

But you’re still the one pool

Where I’d happily drown

And oh.. Take me off your mailing list

For kids that think it still exists

Yes, for those who think it still exists

 Maybe I’m wrong

And maybe you’re right

Maybe I’m wrong

And maybe you’re right

Maybe you’re right

Maybe I’m wrong

And just maybe you’re right

And Oh..

Maybe mother told you true

And they’re always be something there for you

And you’ll never be alone

But maybe she’s wrong

And maybe I’m right

And just maybe she’s wrong

Maybe she’s wrong

And maybe I’m right

And if so, is there?

Words and Melody inspired by LCD Soundystem

Perhaps cycling should try this… Dance Yrself Clean