winners laugh too soon.

Their paper world with paper faces

beneath a paper moon.



There's a man 

a real pace setter

coming after me.

And after him there's someone better

and after him there's me.



Oh well he'll offer you a cigaret

he'll offer you a light.

But he hasn't finished with you yet

on another long knife night.



So look behind you 

there's the man you're chasing.

Look behind you

let's go human racing, human racing.

Let's go racing now.



Open arms and open purses

open season's here.

Well they fill your head with clever verses

and then they disappear.



Silent vowes in secret places

they'll get you somehow.

Cause you never win them human races

so who's the loser now.



Look behind you

there's the man you're chasing.

Look behind you

let's go human racing, human racing.

Let's go racing now.



Na na na na na na.

Human racing.

After me, after him.

Now na na now.

Who's the loser...