Trials Fusion - Dan Bull

I’m sitting on the saddle of my motorcycle

Kicking up the gravel that’ll poke your eyeball

Making roads though only sidewards

Go to the right 'til I pwn my rivals

My bike can fly, I’m rising skyward

You wouldn’t like to try this but I would

Go higher, no wires

'Til my bones are broke like plywood

Two wheels and a health care policy

When I ride, there’s a health scare, honestly

With the hospital costs that I’ve got

Every Third World debt could be dropped and forgot

Look, chum, between me and you (yeah?)

There must be an easier route (yeah!)

But if I took a bus for an easy commute (yeah?)

Then I wouldn’t see the scenery too

My team is a beat (mwah)

Fifty nifty people who

Can easily do maneuvres

That need to be seen to believe to be true (woo!)

We’ll leave it to you

To see a futuristic mystic misfit

Do the sickest fliptrick in the district (shit)

'Til I break stuff like the dude that’s in Limp Bizkit (hah)

You’re too simplistic to risk it

(Hah) You could sit and sift through statistics

And never see another human who’s sadistic (brah)

Masochistic, through ballistics (bang)

Kick in the ignition 'til my boots are twisted (ah)

True persistence and brutal quickness

Rips through resistance of stupid nitwits

It’s a twist of the wrist and the gears are shifted (vroom)

Give me a kiss, oops, I smeared your lipstick (whoops)

Clearly gifted, considerably

We’re here to get lifted, literally

If you’re in my vision even peripherally

I’ll rip you to little pieces deliberately

Plenty more fish in the sea, I’m throwing nets out (splash)

Picking a team, only the best, wow

Collectively we’re going to leave you stressed out

'Til evidently you gonna need a rest

Pow!

I apologise for my intrusion

But I want to fight with Isaac Newton (hugh)

When I ride my bike disproving his life’s delusion

I’d confuse him

Sir, gravity is a trite illusion

That tries reducing my skyward movement

But my conclusion is I’m going to fly

It’s Trials Fusion

I float through the air like a cloud

Shaped like a motorbike

And made from pieces of a motorbike

Indistinguishable in fact from an actual motorbike!

With me on it

Flying

Like a cloud

That’s shaped like a motorbike (laughs)