Nein Or Gas Mus、小吉、十十 - Rush Hour

Burning hot swelling can

Tasting salty smelling sour

Drowning eyes and throat

Falling apart the body

Out of the tower

With thousands of racers

Crashing in the cages

Out of the tower

With thousands of racers

Crashing in the cages

Half the century's battle

Twenty one grams were thrown

Half the century's battle

Twenty one grams were thrown

Just lost it it's not bad

Drop it it's not bad

10 8 5 1

The jaw deep into the pitch

The blank mind is all here now

This is rush hour

Dreadful