Closing  in  on  empty  spaces

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...