Lyrics:

I am no messenger
But I will give you message
A message... of death

When you're cycling through the city at night
And you're dodging beams of Parky's light
I've got my fingers greasy and you didn't care
I was fixing your chain while you're fixing your hair
Rolling on tarmac and walking an air

Nothing's gonna stop us
Nothing's gonna stop us
Nothing's gonna stop us now
Nothing's gonna stop us
Nothing's gonna stop us
Fixing your hair
Nothing's gonna stop us
Nothing's gonna stop us
Nothing's gonna stop us now

Past the beach huts on the promenade
'Cause it doesn't matter where we are
Not when you're on the stunt pegs and I'm in the chair
I was pulling a wheelie, you're pulling my hair
They'll never catch us 'cause we're catchin air

Nothing's gonna stop us
Nothing's gonna stop us
Nothing's gonna stop us now
Nothing's gonna stop us
Nothing's gonna stop us
Fixing your hair
Nothing's gonna stop us
Nothing's gonna stop us
Nothing's gonna stop us now

Nothing's gonna stop us
Nothing's gonna stop us
Nothing's gonna stop us now

Nothing's gonna stop us
Nothing's gonna stop us
Fixing your hair

Nothing's gonna stop us
Nothing's gonna stop us
Stop us now
Nothing's gonna stop us
Nothing's gonna stop us

Nothing's gonna stop us
Nothing's gonna stop us
Nothing's gonna stop us now

Nothing's gonna stop us
Nothing's gonna stop us
Fixing your hair

Nothing's gonna stop us
Nothing's gonna stop us
Nothing's gonna stop us now

Nothing's gonna stop us
Nothing's gonna stop us

Nothing's gonna stop us
Nothing's gonna stop us
Nothing's gonna stop us now

Nothing's gonna stop us
Nothing's gonna stop us
Nothing's gonna stop us now
Nothing's gonna stop us