Buck Rodgers (New Version) Lyrics
he's got a dodgy car looks like a pile of scrap it's got wooden seats it's got a broken gramaphone


Crawling through the path, trying to win this wrath

I can see things unreal here

trying to find a real sense to my life

all I see in front of me is black



Time goes on for me, not too far I see

there ain't no future here

it's like I belong to another race

and I'm cursed to wear this face



Don't stop me now, don't follow me



I'm ding every night, the epilogue of my life

I'm dying every night, the epilogue of my life



Feeling like a dumb, leftovers and crumbs

it's exactly like hell

someone is helping me then some illing me

got to erase my enemies



Don't stop me now, don't follow me



I'm dying every night, the epilogue of my life

I'm dying every night, the epilogue of my life