A million miles a minute Fast as any bullet Blues and greens there must've been Through the shield into space Forget the check I'll get it My last one won't regret it Full of green won't mean a thing From the process of me tearing From limb to limb Cheers to all I made it Just a scratch I'll make it Please be still don't say a thing Forget the check I'll get it My last one won't regret it Full of green won't mean a thing From the process of me tearing From limb to limb