Drag racing is a competition in which specially prepared automobiles or motorcycles compete, usually two at a time, to be the first to cross a set finish line. The race follows a straight course from a standing start over a measured distance, most commonly ¼ mile (1,320 ft (400 m)) for most cars, with a shorter 1,000 ft (300 m) for Top Fuel dragsters and funny cars. Electronic timing and speed sensing systems have been used to record race results since the 1960s.
Before each race (also known as a pass), each driver is allowed to perform a burnout, which heats the driving tires and lays rubber down at the beginning of the track, improving traction. Each driver then lines up (or stages) at the starting line. Races are started electronically by a system known as a Christmas tree. The Christmas tree consists of a column of lights for each driver/lane, one blue, then three amber, one green, and one red, connected to light beams on the track. The first, a split blue open circle, is split into two halves. When the first light beam is broken by the vehicle's front tire(s) indicate that the driver has pre-staged (approximately 7 inches (180 mm) from the starting line), lights the first half of the blue circle, and then staged (at the starting line), which lights up the second half of the blue circle, and also the corresponding bar in the middle of that circle.
all my friends are english
i heard you say that
and you stand beyond reproach
with everything considered
you don't think you've done badly for yourself
you should consider it an honour
i'm finished with you please be finished with me
all my traits are charming
i know you know that
they live beyond their means
you might consider that a failure
i've had it with you you've had it with me
what shall it be
what shall it be
what shall it be
what shall it be
all my friends are heathens
they like to know that
it keeps them safe from harm
and that just might mean everything
i'm finished with you please be finished with me
i've had it with you you've had it with me
It’s a dark, cold night
And I am invited
I am sorry and contrite
In the dark, cold night
There’s a fence and an old road
Made of cobblestone,
And if I walk there alone,
I’ll be far away from home
When the dark is rising
It’s a long awakening
Into blackness and in grey
There will be hell to pay
It’s a dark, cold night
And we’re all invited
The fate leaves you contrite
In an endless field of meadow brights
Over the fence, there’s an old road
Made of cobblestone
You must not walk there alone
Or you’ll never find your way back home
When the dark is rising
It’s a long awakening
Into blackness and in grey
There will be hell to pay
It’s a dark, cold night
And I don’t feel like everything is safe and right
And my mortal life
Is dreadful and worn-out
I misbehaved, now I’m banished from hell
But I’m not depraved; I’m just not feeling well
The rough times will go; there must be a better
tomorrow
But since a long time ago, I’m already 6 feet below
Forever and a day, I will be in disarray
It’s a dark and silent night
The daylight is out of sight
In the cold of wintertime
This eternal evening is mine
I broke the fence, and took the old road
Made of cobblestone
I am not alone, don’t worry
The demons of my past are walking with me
When the dark is rising
It’s a long awakening
Into blackness and in grey
There will be hell to pay
It’s a dark, cold night
And I don’t feel like everything is safe and right
And my mortal life
Is dreadful and worn-out
I misbehaved, now I’m even banished from hell
But I’m not depraved; I’m just not feeling well
The rough times will go; there must be a better
tomorrow
But since a long time ago, I’m already 6 feet below
Forever and a day, I will be in disarray