Velodrome

I don't believe My will's quite free I'm half machine At least half steam Aquinas, call on me How many angels on the Head of your pin? Anybody in stilettos can Answer that old thing: It's one for the right foot, one for the left Half an angel per pin at best Add wings, add heart Add harp, all set We lean to turn in the velodrome All lines are curved in the velodrome We pitch and roll, wheels Flesh and bone Total control and it's It's ours alone We lean to turn in the velodrome All lines are curved in the velodrome We pitch and roll, wheels Flesh and bone Total control and it's It's ours alone It goes gospel, gossip, slander Harvest, hunger, rain dance Hand-to-god, I didn't think It was contagious Eve leaving Eden in a makeshift dress With a bell to tell us when we're hungry There's a bell to tell us when we're tired A bell that tells us to rise and fight A bell to rise and die It's just all bells Sometimes I ring myself To see if I might chime We lean to turn in the velodrome All lines are curved in the velodrome We pitch and roll, wheels Flesh and bone Total control and it's It's ours alone We lean to turn in the velodrome All lines are curved in the velodrome We pitch and roll, wheels Flesh and bone Total control and it's It's ours alone (We lean to turn in the velodrome) (All lines are curved in the velodrome) (We lean to turn in the velodrome, the velodrome, velodrome, velodrome) (We lean to turn in the velodrome) (All lines are curved in the velodrome) (We lean to turn in the velodrome, the velodrome, velodrome, velodrome) We spend our days and nights deciding Where to go and how to ride there And in the end again We all vote yes We all turn left We lean to turn in the velodrome We lean to turn in the velodrome