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

When you're cycling through the city at night
And you're dodging this (?) driver
I got my fingers greasy and you didn't care
I was fixing the chain while you're fixin' your hair
I was rolling on tarmac, walking on 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

Passed the beach huts on the promenade
Cause it doesn't matter where we are
Oh when you're on the stunt pegs and I'm in the chair
I was pulling a wheelie, you were pulling my hair
They'll never catch us!
Cause we're catching 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,
nothing's gonna stop us now
Nothing's gonna stop us, nothing's gonna stop us, ahhh
Nothing's gonna stop us, nothing's gonna stop us,
nothing's gonna stop us now