Have your CAKE and eating it too. Cake Fashion Nugget (1996) The Distance lyrics Reluctantly crouched at the starting line, Engines pumping and thumping in time. The green light flashes, the flags go up. Churning and burning, they yearn for the cup. They deftly maneuver and muscle for rank, Fuel burning fast on an empty tank. Reckless and wild, they pour through the turns. Their prowess is potent and secretly stearn. As they speed through the finish, the flags go down. The fans get up and they get out of town. The arena is empty except for one man, Still driving and striving as fast as he can. The sun has gone down and the moon has come up, And long ago somebody left with the cup. But he's driving and striving and hugging the turns. And thinking of someone for whom he still burns. He's going the distance. He's going for speed. She's all alone In her time of need. Because he's racing and pacing and plotting the course, He's fighting and biting and riding on his horse, He's going the distance. No trophy, no flowers, no flashbulbs, no wine, He's haunted by something he cannot define. Bowel-shaking earthquakes of doubt and remorse, Assail him, impale him with monster-truck force. In his mind, he's still driving, still making the grade. She's hoping in time that her memories will fade. Cause he's racing and pacing and plotting the course, He's fighting and biting and riding on his horse. The sun has gone down and the moon has come up, And long ago somebody left with the cup. But he's striving and driving and hugging the turns. And thinking of someone for whom he still burns. Cause he's going the distance. He's going for speed. She's all alone In her time of need. Because he's racing and pacing and plotting the course, He's fighting and biting and riding on his horse. He's racing and pacing and plotting the course, He's fighting and biting and riding on his horse. He's going the distance. He's going for speed. He's going the distance. Cake Comfort Eagle (2001) Shadow Stabbing Adjectives on the typewriter He moves his words like a prize fighter The frenzied pace of the mind inside the cell The man on the street might just as well be The man on the street might just as well The man on the street might just as well be Outside, outside the world Out there you don't hear the echoes and calls But the steel I, Type jaw Say it all Say it all But the white paint, Plastic saints Say it all Say it all Say it all Say it all, Say it all, Say it all, Say it all, Say it all, Say somebody, Has got to say it all Somebody Has got to say it all I'm so nervous I'm so tense My heart can't forget about this self defense The air is so hot and my breath comes fast I thumb the cool blade but I know this can't last I thumb the cool blade but I know this can't last... Outside, outside the world Out there you don't hear the echoes and calls But the steel I, Type jaw Say it all Say it all But the white paint, plastic saints Say it all Say it all Say it all Say it all, Say it all, Say it all, Say it all, Say it all, Say somebody, Has got to say it all Somebody Has got to say it all Yeah, adjectives on the typewriter He moves his words like a prize fighter The frenzied pace of the mind inside the cell The man on the street might just as well be The man on the street might just as well The man on the street might just as well be
