Brisa Roché - Helmet Ray lyrics

Helmet Ray, Futura Black Lay in wait down by the tracks Silver shoes and rings of lead Dressed up like they've just been wed Helmet Ray, Futura Black Black, black, black, black, black Helmet Ray, Futura Black Black, black, black, black Helmet Ray, Futura Black Gone so far, they can't go back Crouched by tires, slouched on steel Each heart beat the other feels Helmet Ray, Futura Black Black, black, black, black, black Helmet Ray, Futura Black Black, black, black, black Helmet Ray, Futura Black Have no suitcase, have no sack Laughing by the baker's door Dancing to the highway roar Helmet Ray, Futura Black Black, black, black, black, black Helmet Ray, Futura Black Black, black, black, black, black Helmet Ray, Futura Black Light-beam gun goes, " tack tack tack! " Take this peach, taste that plum Just drop now your light-ray gun Helmet Ray, Futura Black Black, black, black, black, black Helmet Ray, Futura Black