Lyric Rage

Hands on the wheel gridlock and steel dogs are barking out in the street
It s a neighborhood war better lock that door
Flesh and blood and cold concrete
Baby can t make it. Baby can t make it
Standing in line at the tabloid shrine in the middle of the public night
Addict consumers consuming the rumors with a killer, killer appetite

RAGE!

Amphetamine vapor on glass in the paper underneath fluorescent night
In the catacombs of Styrofoam out of mind and out of sight
Baby can t make it! Baby can t make it!

RAGE!

Where is the heartbeat?
Not up elite street beating down the little guy
The madness mounts the judge lost count, lost inside a technical lie!

RAGE!